“After today, I am quitting,” Shweta said as she took aim at the flying clay pigeon.
“What? No you cant; we have championship coming up,” bewildered Anuj and Rohit could only protest.
Three friends Shweta, Anuj and Rohit, founding members of local shooting club. Trio would meet, beyond city limits, on weekends for target practice. They had participated as a team and won a few championships.
“My marriage is fixed in a family, from whose area of influence my father is contesting election. My in laws want me to quit.”
“You love guns and this sport,” Anuj almost pleaded, “what about popularizing the sport among girls?”
“Things change, people change, life moves on,” said Shweta,
Many years have passed since that morning. Club has grown in stature and membership. But Shweta is no more. Some say homicide, others claim suicide, her love of gun was intact even in death.
Word Count: 150
Competition No. 194
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge of 4th Dec, 2018 hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading! Other entries on the topic can be found here.
Photo Credit: Yinglang