We were the final three.
The rules were simple. If you miss a shot, you get shot.
It was different this time. Instead of three targets, there was only one. I panicked.
Eager to win, I aimed my orange barrel to the left, and shot the guy beside me. He fell down.
Buddy- he was a nice guy. Just got engaged.
I then aimed my orange barrel to the right, and shot the other guy. He fell in a heap on the ground.
James- he was loud and aggravating, but the sensible one. Just had a beautiful daughter named Jessica.
I aimed at the target, shot, and hit it bulls eye.
It was only a moment after until I heard a faint voice from the ground, saying “you missed me.”
Word Count: 130 words
Written for the FFfAW Challenge: #194