The Sniper: A Short Story

Words: 372
Pages: 2

Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother’s face. He looked into the eyes of his brother’s lifeless body and dropped his arms from the body. The sniper remembered playing with his brother when he was a kid and always seeing him so happy. But now he isn’t like that, he has no expression. Then tears started to stream down the sniper’s face. He dropped down flat on the ground beside his brother.

He had the feeling of guilt running through his body, having just killed his own brother. The tears made his vision blurry. Since he couldn’t see, he knew he needed to get out of the open. He needed to get some cover. Wiping his tears away, his vision was clearing up. Picking up his brother, he slung him over his shoulder