Drowning out the voices reverberating around him, Jason held firm the rifle tucked comfortably in his shoulder.
He had imagined himself doing this a hundred times, take a deep breath, hold it in for a second, aim, squeeze and exhale.
He had seen Patrick and David stoically and successfully take down their targets and knew he had a lot riding on this kill.
He could see his mark from the corner of his eye, still, then slowly shifting, then still again and decided not to wait any longer as there was a lot of money at stake, so just as he’d practiced, bang!
He raised his head warily and could see a glum looking Patrick standing by an equally doleful David.
Choose your prize please young sir and with a whoop Jason proudly collected his teddy bear, as his gambling buddies handed over fifty cents each!
Written for Six Sentence Stories, the cue this week is SECOND