Single Shot: A Narrative Fiction

“I don’t know if I want to do this.” I thought to myself. I took out the shotgun from the case, and laid it dreadfully onto the wooden table. I waited for the man to shout my name. “Kyle C, on Deck!” He shouted. I walked up, with my Single Shot at my side. “12 or .410?” The man said. I told him 12 and he handed me a thumb size, red shell. I looked away and waited for the shot of the man in front of me. Bang! I then walked up to aisle 3, which was my assigned lane. I took aim, and handled the stock of the shotgun against my shoulder. I looked down the middle until the dot was alligned in between the gap. I took a deep breath, then exhaled. I meant to pull the trigger but could not find the confidence, and inhaled again. I thought to myself, “If I fall on my butt after this shot, God help me.” I then exhaled, and pulled the trigger slowly. Pop! I only felt a little bit of a kick, as the barrell released upwards facing the sky. I put down the Shotgun and smiled a little bit to myself. “I just shot for the first time!” I cocked the Pump in front and my shell came out. I picked it up and preceeded over to the trash can. …show more content…
My Grandparents were talking to me but I just nodded my head, too much adrenaline inside me to acutally listen. When the results came up, I only saw a couple of BB’s near the center, but that was it. It was bad, but I remembered this was only my first time shooting, and that I should not get on myself about my performance. I reluctantly got my Shotgun ready for the next 2 tickets I had, meaning I had 2 more times to shoot. Those were a breeze, I had no fear at all. Went up to the booth, alligned the shot delicately, and took the shot, hearing the BB’s plaster the paper on cardboard. When it was all over, I may not have won a turkey or a ham, but I did win the fight against fear