Taking Aim
Squelch, my foot buried itself in the cozy, colossal mud blanket on a cold day. ‘’Welcome to archery at the narrows,’’ spoke a tall, lanky man, holding a big beige coloured bow. Proudly but nervously I stepped up to take my turn. I knew this was my time to shine.
My turn! Before I knew it there was a notorious bow draped in my left
hand I gripped it closely and tightly. Carefully I inserted the long, thin arrow. ‘’Pull back!’’ yelled Ari continuously. Pulling back the sticky elastic string I hesitated. The arrow was like a prisoner trying to escape from his cell. Aim, aim, aim…
Ping! The long arrow shot off as I pulled the trigger. Poor target! The target must have experienced some excruciating pain. Score!
By Eve 17/05/16
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