SCOPE

written by Amira K. Wolf

(2017)

Atop this makeshift wall, I lie on my stomach with my sniper rifle in hand; focused on the forest tree line in the distance. I’m drenched in sweat as the sun beams down on my back, and a damp towel protects my underside from the hot metal sheet. I wait with bated breath that nothing comes into my sights. I know the world has drastically changed; people have changed; I’ve changed. However, the anxiety that comes with pulling the trigger never changes for me. Whether alive or undead, it’s still a kill that I have to burden to protect others.

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