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The marksmen took their position a century away from the target

The silhouette shape stood defenceless at the far end of the range

A clear sign of an alarmingly unequal contest in difficult times


Fred was unhappy with this situation of involuntary manslaughter

Had objected on conscientious grounds to Armed Forces conscription

But the killers knew his values and morals seemingly better than him


Align eye with sight and with aim breathe out firm grip on the trigger

'Better dead than red' the sergeants had shouted and 'men don’t refuse'

'Hit the bastards right where it counts be kind with a quick speedy death'


His shooting lane was number three and he deemed that good fortune

‘Bang’ and he released the bullet and felt only mild pain in his shoulder

Like a true connoisseur he waited for the results to be transmitted


Tension mounted the drama unfolded and Fred was an unlikely champion

Lane score results: One 48 Two 48 Three 0 Four 48 and 48 Five 48

Fred had a fine subtle point of some opposition and Either Can Win


02nd May 2018 

Written for contest: crap shoot

Sponsored by John Lawless

I took the contest description as offering 4 possible sub themes to chose from

I chose 'Either Can Win'

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