I took a deep breath as I grabbed another arrow to be loaded up in that bow. It was one with a red tail like a really long cardinal.
I focused my aim at the target once more as I tried to block out these vocal intruders.
Steady as she goes.
Snap!
That crimson arrow soared straight ahead further towards it’s new home.
It stuck to the target. When I saw where it went, it just frustrated me even more. The arrow was literally one spot away from reaching dead center.
My aim will never be good enough.
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