The air was crisp as snow fell to the ground. Light flakes dancing gently from the sky. It was almost serene. Almost. Three hundred yards away, a terrorist was getting ready to make a deal with an arms merchant. Around them, couples huddled together to keep warm while kids snuggled under blankets and sipped hot coffee or cocoa.

So, I waited, hidden in the underbrush, finger on the trigger and eye to the scope. Waited for the moment he would step onto the sleigh. Waited for the moment to pull the trigger. Waited for the moment to end his life.

Friday Fictioneers 7/24/15


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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

10 thoughts on “Waiting…”

  1. I didn’t read Santa in this at all. Santa doesn’t make deals with the arms merchant. At least not the Santa I know. This story is great! A sniper about to do what has to be done for the safety of others. It is a sad fact of life now.

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