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.
A Flash of Fiction... 
I think I see a winter theme emerging. But killing Santa?
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Outwardly it look serene but with so much impending to happen it is not at all serene.
The terrorist in disguise of Santa?
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I hope you strike before the terrorist does.
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This is entirely possible. Terrorists in the guise of Santa. But what will the kids think if you kill Santa?
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Very powerful story.
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excellent!
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I wonder who the assassin is. There is a lot of story behind this story. Great take.
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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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Yes. (and no, I did not write this about Santa, him and I are cool terms. This year… however, Christmas might change that, so…)
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Sounds like you may have teenagers that are asking Santa for more than he can afford. 🙂
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