Sniper (Photo credit: monstersweare)

Boyd crouched on the roof, took the barrel from the case and screwed it into the chassis, slotted in the scope and stock, screwed in the suppressor.

He lifted his face to the sky and let the cool summer breeze blow a lock of hair across his forehead; wind, two and a half knots.  He looked at his watch.

It was time.

He set the rifle on the tripod and looked through the scope to find his target, down on the street.  The angle was very acute but…




The target collapsed, dead.  A woman screamed.

Objective accomplished.



About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to Sniper

  1. djmatticus says:

    100 words just never seems like enough! You do such a great job of creating a scene and giving us what we need to be drawn in and entertained, but you do such a great job that I always want more! Who is Boyd? Who did he shoot? Was the woman who screamed related to the deceased or just a passerby? What kind of rifle? How was he trained?

  2. Sally says:

    Although the title suggests a death scene, the last two lines still made me go ‘oh!’ Great writing.

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