Staring down the barrel, I spot the china cups, pausing on each one to take a deep breath in through my nose and slowly blow it out through my mouth.
I take a few steps back and repeat the process, this time adding the additional target. The excitement builds in my gut and almost explodes out my fingertips. Shit! I almost pull the trigger, but I pull up just in time. The anticipation just might kill me, but it’s oh so sweet.
The air around me is still and I hear a bird singing in the trees above me. I can’t help but think it’s the perfect afternoon. I walk back to the table to take a sip of the tea I brewed earlier. It’s cooled down now, but it still manages to calm the blood that seems to be pulsing through my veins.
I hear a strange rustling and look up. The woman tied to the trellis next to the line of china cups is squirming. I can’t imagine why. The blindfold is still in place.
Smiling, I slowly place the cup on the table and pick up the gun.
Let the entertainment begin.
The rules for Sunday Photo Fiction are to create a story or poem using around 200 words with the photo as a guide, although it doesn’t have to be center stage. This one comes in at 198 words.
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