His hand skims the verdant hood. The final arrow is pulled from the worn quiver.
Loading the sharp weapon into the bow, he pulls the string back. A painful sound follows.
His head drops, facing his target. Just hitting would mean victory. A glance takes him to
a rotund man, with jewels in his bow. The sheriff was about to lose. There's little wind,
so the tip of the arrow lines up with the target.
Without further thought, his fingers extend. The arrow accelerates, before sinking into
the heart of his target. The sheriff drops to the floor in defeat.
by Thomas Butcher (15)
Selby High School, Selby
Competition - Grim Tales
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