Today’s prompt from The Daily Post is Saturday Night. I decided to tackle this with a 100 word story.
Jason zeroed in on the target and waited for his opportunity. Dozens of anonymous lives had ended in his crosshairs. He didn’t need to know who they were, only where to be and when, but this one was personal.
A silhouette crept across the lawn from a brightly lit upstairs window. Her hunched, tired form appearing timeworn. He dipped the rifle, his sister wasn’t supposed to be in, she didn’t need to see this.
His date would be pissed, he was wasting time. With one last look at his sibling, he took aim at her husband and squeezed the trigger.