The second installment in my microfiction experiment. Let me know what you think...
"Shooter" (Jon King)
“Target coming outside. White shirt. In front of the house,” says the spotter.
Check the drop. Check the wind. Blink. Blink.
“1-2-2-0 yards,” reports the spotter.
Thumb the safety. Deep breath. Exhale. Deep breath.
“Cleared to engage.”
“Target is down.”
Chaos 1220 yards away. Spanish curses and conflicting orders. A lamenting widow runs from the house.
Safety on. Bipod folded. Rifle covered. Spotter up, and checking egress.
1220 yards away, shots are fired at the jungle. A few bullets sing past, but they have no chance. They are already gone…the extraction chopper awaits.
Another day in Mexico.
"Awake" (Jon King), 9/6/10