A man standing in the woods, thinking about his life. Watching people wonder about their lives. He could not think what to do, life to him is not so important as he once thought to be. Hiding from society, hiding from himself a coward with nothing else to live for. With the final bite of his food he decided what he would do. He has thought about it for long enough, he has thought about it through and through.
If he couldn’t be happy no one should. He raised his arms steady and sure closes one eye and squints a bit. He saw a man happier than him. A man who was a totally opposite of him. A man with honor, courage, and full of hopes and dreams.
Then he took a deep breath, then he held it. Sweat was rolling down his head, thoughts race through his mind. He squeezed his finger, jerked back, a loud pop was the only sound. Metal ripped through the air turning about. The metal ripped into the skull and through the brain of the man standing there.
In this short story, who do you think a man was? Was he a Sniper shooting a happy and innocent man, or was he a desperate man committing Suicide?