He panned his binocular over the sandy beach, and on the whitewashed homes each with a red tiled roof. Compared to where he came from, this village by the sea looked like a heaven on earth. Every morning, he wakes up to sound of kids screaming, and goes to bed with sound of family bickering. All coming through paper thin walls of his apartment. He does not open his apartment window to avoid viewing a similar building with clothes hanging from the balcony.
“Today I have a job to do,” he woke up from his reverie and brought back his focus as he remembered strict order of his boss “get the job done; do it clean and don’t get caught.” Anyone familiar with boss’s style knows the punishment for a failure is certain and severe.
He spotted the man sunbathing by the pool. He assembled his high powered telescopic riffle and fixed his aim. After firing the first shot, he fired two more just to be sure. He dismantled his gun, looked around and thought to himself “someday, I should come here and live; may be then things will be under control and finances will look better.”
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Photo Credit: Anurag Bakshi