Click.
Took a while to get the hang of this
Tiny hands, shoving tiny. brass. bullets

into, a tiny metal chamber.
Spring wound tight.
Fingertips sore.
Sweating buckets…"It's so hot in."

"You're up!"

Bang.
Such savage strength
packed in this tiny .226
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Arms cramping. Shells flying.
Sounds (thoughts) overwhelming.
*Remember your training,
fix your stance, reposition your hands,
focus on the target*

"Keep going!"

Bullseye.
Full on shock and awe!
Failing to hide my smirk of pride.
Blushing hard.
Forgetting my purpose…
*Regroup. Three shots left.
Lean forward. Empty the clip.*

"Nice shot!"