There's another sign!
It was whispered fiercely between hedgerows. The community already felt loss, and now there was another sign.
No one would tell anyone what it said, just that it was there.
New sign in the center. You gotta read it. Have you read it?
I had to finish my chores, but then I ran as fast as I could. There was already a large mourning group. Mothers were tearing their hair out. I had lived these past weeks, and I thought I knew what terror was. You could have never prepared me for what was on that sign, though.
I made it home just as the curfew horn blew.
I've been practicing for months. Every morning I drag the rifle and a bottomless can of ammo to the small firing range I constructed in a back pasture at the base of a hill. I lie flat on a yoga mat and spend hours aiming at targets. The targets mimic the proper man sized width and height. I've reached the point where they all bear only ragged holes at center mass. I am ready. I care not what happens to me when my task is complete.
ReplyDeleteThe next time he golfs will be his last.