Amanda

[dieseltrooper]

It was a crisp,cold December day. The sky was cloud and chem free, with little or no breeze. It was a good day, I decided. As fine a day as there had been since Amanda died.
The view was magnificent from my position near a window on the third floor of a boarded up warehouse. Business had really died out as this area had deteriorated. Crime and drugs now thrived here.
Presently, I was watching three individuals milling around a bus stop. As it was Sunday, there was no bus traffic, but a steady stream of other vehicles pulled up to the bus stop. A brief conversation, money changed hands, and the vehicles sped away, having accomplished their intended mission.
Good, now it was time for what I came for.
I carefully inserted a single 7.62 NATO cartridge into the action and closed the bolt. I gently laid the rifle across the rest I had assembled from a desk, chair, and rolled blanket. Looking through the scope, the three individuals were revealed in detail. One smoked camels, another wore Nike's. The third was always on his cellphone, the Nokia with an aftermarket faux chrome cover.
No matter, it was time. I centered the reticle on the head of the cellphone user, exhaled, and fired.
I didn't stay to observe the reaction of the other two. Now was the time to leave the area by my pre-planned route. Tonight sleep would come easy and I would see Amanda. I would see her the way she looked before the meth took her away.

[Grantbo]

This is Grantbo

Deep, chilling, very sad.

In the end I liked the story.

[Tessa Blue]