Friday Fictioneers : The Unfortunate Target

This is my third entry to Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge to write a short story in 100 words prompted by a photo.


Photo prompt : © Dee Lovering

The Unfortunate Target.

Nathan cradled the rifle in his left hand whilst caressing the trigger with the other.

It was bitterly cold and he had been behind the tree for what seemed ages, pressed hard against it, seeking stability.

He counted for the umpteenth time the coloured balloons, arriving at the same number.

The snowfall seemed heavier and he worried that he wouldn’t see his target emerging.

A hand suddenly gripped his shoulder! “Come on Nathan it’s time to go home” Your sister’s coming.

He saw her come out as he was lowering the toy to his side.

9 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers : The Unfortunate Target

    1. Nah, that’s just normal by-being-boy, or it used to be, until Industrial-Strength PC took over. Kids know the difference between play and reality, even if some parents and teachers don’t. 😦
      Well told. 🙂

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      1. Dear Graham and Archon,

        I agree. I raised three boys. Particularly with my third one, I could discourage guns, not buy him toy guns and he’d pick up sticks and pretend to shoot them. Now that he’s grown, he not only doesn’t own a gun, he wants nothing to do with them.

        Graham, I enjoyed this piece.



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