Through the lens she finds her target.
Visibility is poor, the last of the light fading into night. A little adjusting of the focus brings her target into view. It’s taken some time, but she may be able to get a perfect shot.
She pulls the trigger.
Through the lens she watches as the figure slumps to the ground.
She puts the rifle back into its case and puts on some gloves, a dead body and a camera to dispose of.
A 100 word story for the Friday Fictioneers.
Photo (c) Ted Strutz