by Charlie Dear
Charlie, 22, is a recent graduate who writes crime.
I stood firm
Trigger finger ready
Eyes staring down the barrel
This is what three years of intense training had come down to…
I waited patiently. I didn’t flinch. The time had arrived. I scanned the immediate battleground through the scope. I heard a rustle of discontent and quickly threw my body weight to my left. Centering on my target, I slid among the reeds as my garish trousers tried to expose my clandestine plans
Zooming in, I now had eyes on the victim.
I lay flat on my stomach. Ready to make the telling blow.
I swept the immediate foreground and saw a rogue figure circling.
But what was with him? This unsettled me slightly.
I stood my ground, unsure whether to engage
He was approaching rapidly now…
I felt my earlier conviction vanish.
It WAS my Birthday cake!
‘Operation abort!’ I screamed.
Panic over, my weapon fell from my nascent hand as I hurtled over towards the plate of chocolatey happiness.