Riko

He scrunched his eyes. He couldn’t see that well. But he could see the man. He was walking down the road. Slowly. He was disintegrating into the sun, but the particles were getting larger and larger.

Riko took a drag from his cigarette. He looked in the scope. He was still quite far. Riko took a deep breath. He looked at the red clay. He rubbed the sand through his fingers.

He looked back. The man was an ugly disfigured man. Riko let out a sigh. He zoomed in. Pop.

It was clean. Through the eye.

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