Polly Sinclair

Bitter lemon, served cold

 

The bullseye taunted her as the bow swayed. She pulled back the string, her heart beating loudly.

Thud, thud, thud…

 

She ached but knew she had to hold on for moments more. Trembling, the tension ran through her body. Trying to remember everything he had told her. Focus on the draw.

Thud, thud, thud…

 

The whistle blew; she tightened her grip before swinging around towards him. The smug look of control across his face.

Thud, thud, thud…

 

The arrow sailed through the air and headed directly towards him. He had no idea that he had always been her target.

Thud.

 

About the Author

Polly is a busy lady with lots of jobs, a couple of children and a dog called Jelly! Usually a short story writer, she’s diversifying with really short stories and a novel just to mix it up!

Published 19 April 2016