By Robert Leponge
Two men jump from a jeep into the swirling dust. The Special Forces sniper slows his breathing—a four-hundred metre shot demands steadiness.
As he looks through his sights, one of the men’s faces becomes clear. The afternoon sun is scorching and the sweat drips into his eyes, but the crosshairs remain on his target’s head.
He clicks the radio once. Preparing to fire.
Three clicks received. Abort.
His target looks around.
He clicks again. Again, three clicks in reply.
The sniper fires quickly.
“That’s for my son,” he says, as he watches the drug lord’s body crumple into the dust.
Enjoyed it. Tells a complete story in a small number of words.
Loved it. But confused about the ‘Abort’ designation? I hope we have not sunk down to funding drug lords.
Hi Scott,
Politics is a dirty world.
Excellent!
Thanks, Howard, that’s really appreciated.
Great tension in so few words.
Thank you, Jennifer, that’s very kind.
Well done.
Thanks JK,
Appreciated.
I like the added element of “abort”. Makes me want to read the book!
Hi, S.
Oh no, now I have to write the book.
Yay! Revenge is sweet.
Hi Liz,
It certainly can be.
Sequel: “Dude, you shot the wrong man.”
Hi, Dan,
Nice one. Food for thought.
Many thanks, David, glad you enjoyed it.
Great story, just one thing I noticed: two people exit the jeep originally, but we don’t hear anything from the second person. Was this by design?
Hi, Thomas,
Glad you enjoyed it.
Drug lords generally have a driver/bodyguard.
Very well written !
Thanks Rabab,
Really appreciated.