…without a chilly air of eeriness(an unnecessary detail of the atmosphere in order to add a feeling of something “noble”),Abdullah lay on the ground with a gun one one side and rose on the other(an unusual but not an unknown contrast).
The door opened with a loud bang ,and down came a group of regular pedestrians,but that day with not so regular set of eyes.From the flock,one of them pointed out that the rose had its petals torn and that there were no cartridge left in the gun but no one paid any heed to deadly Abdullah ,a teenage of 18 who lay still on the ground with a grotesque dullness.(I think that by now YOU have realized that these brackets indicate what we know as “breaking the fourth wall”,so yes i am Abdullah and i am still breathing(well somewhere around you ,i guess)).
thickskinnedwaltermitty 