The World in My Hands
Written for the April two-day drabble challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community
"You were late, Doyle."
"I was right on time, mate. You're living proof of that."
That's when Bodie realized that Doyle wasn't looking at him, that the hands dismantling the scope from the high-powered rifle were trembling.
"Wind shifted," Ray muttered, eyes on his task. "Blew the leaves into my eyes."
Bodie glanced across the field, to the shivering treetops that had served as a sniper's nest. "The shot was clean."
"The shot was lucky."
Bodie took the scope from Ray's hands and set it aside.
"Let's go home."
Green eyes dimmed to a haunted grey, Ray nodded.
-- THE END --