He hired a professional sniper to shut him accurately in the heart; one shut, one bullet, quick and perfectly done. <br />after walking out from the meeting with the sniper, a cold thought melted his guts: <br />'why i need to be hunted and shut dead? ' <br />'is it important to die like a hunted animal, or a hero' <br />'where and when from now? ' <br />'is there anything i forgot? ' <br /> 'is there anything i need to claim before i die more than claiming my own death? ' <br /> <br />'is there anything that will stop this accurate bullet? ' <br />' or should i run away, hide from the sniper? after all he his a human being with at least one unique skill. will he suddenly shift his intention from being a sniper to a compassionate peace keeper or something else completely different? <br /> <br />what is my odds, what is my luck? <br />it looks, to me life is chasing a bullet from heart to heart'<br /><br />Atef Ayadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-brief-short-story-in-the-head-of-a-sniper/
