He must get the shot perfect
It must be clean... precise.
He will never get this opportunity again
He waits
He waits for the target to step into view
He watches
The target stretches
She bends forward, allows fingers
to touch toes then comes up for air
He adjusts his scope so he can make out
the expression on her face
The inquisitive look in her eyes
The dimple in her smile
because something happy has crossed her mind
It's time
The sound of the click causes her
to look in his direction
slightly surprised, the target lets out a gasp
and there is a flash in the darkness
He smiles at what he's done
"I wasn't even ready!" she says
he prefers it that way
Because candid shots can never be faked
"This time," he tells her, " a little more to the left"
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