Sniper

 “If the third time wasn’t the charm, I doubt the fourth time will be.”

Such a thought crossed my mind as I braced myself to open an unfamiliar door. The stagnant air and silent vibe only confirmed my suspicion - it’s going to be one sad, lonely room. In this small room with only a bed, a table and a wardrobe, I unpacked what little I have and made it look similar to my previous room. I guess I was just used to dormitory life. As I was moving my books to the drawer under the table, I found that the previous room owner had left something heavy.

An airsoft gun with scope, complete with ammo at the back.

A Moment of Decision

    He thought no one would hear him cry, if it was by the river.

    A gentle yet frail hand patted his back, and after what felt like months of tears and agony, he lifted his head. The roar of the river bombarding his senses still, he could not figure out who was there. A pull; and he was dragged quite a short ways away from the water. He took a moment to regain himself, before realizing the frail, old woman out of breath.

Unflinching

Sometimes, I found her face peculiar.

Not long after my family moved and I changed schools, I stumbled upon a girl my age on my way back home. The road was long but properly taken care of - someone could use a bike to follow the road down from school to my house without cycling even once, and would get there quickly. I didn’t have a bike, though, so my trip home is more of a long stroll. Halfway through this road, there is a field with a large tree on one side, and a short way to a cliff from another. One could sit under the tree’s cooling shade and still marvel at the sky on the other side. It is there I found her.

She was holding up sandwiches to the sky.