This can’t be real… No, of course not, this is a game… That object there, yes, that skull, they think, it may be a gate, you know, some kind of key, to get somewhere else? This is a game, of course. But it may also be a trap, something really nasty, that blows up in your face, you know…
I observe the fools from my observatory on the low hill, the sniper rifle comfortably cradled against my shoulder. I see all three of them, hideous trolls. I know what they are saying, in their vernacular. “This must be a game…” Idiots.
The first one, one disgusting character, approaches the skull. The bullet takes him right in the eye as he’s about to touch the bone. One down.
The other two look around, there is no escape, nowhere to hide, they don’t even run. I take my time. No unnecessary cruelty. A quick and neat death. Job done.
And it’s not even a real bone!
Good job with the prompt.
LikeLike
Oh, I like!!
LikeLike
Pingback: Bone ~ Sisyphus #writephoto | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo
Aah, I too used it as a bait in my story 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: Photo prompt round-up: Bone #writephoto | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo