“Yea, though I walk through the Alley of Sheep, I will fall prey to no evil: for Art is watching over me; through the 80mm scope on his M14 Sniper rifle, in position when they come for me.”
“On your three.” Art articulates into my earbud.
I opened one of the content specific trash cans and began to forage- focused on the featherlite foot falls coming in on my right.
“Zzzsnapcht” -I hear the shot make its mark-
About the same time I notice some idiot has thrown recyclables in the solid waste container! What a freakin’ world!
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt Courtesy of Sunday Photo Fiction