"DOVE!" I screamed at the boy near the cages. He hesitated and my fists clenched tighter. "NOW Dammit!" His fingers fumbled at the cage opening as I readied my rifle. The dove burst out, gliding and dancing in the air. It was beautiful like a white rose blooming in flight.
I cocked the rifle and aimed, keeping my arm steady. Within a blink of an eye the trigger was pulled and shot fired. The white angel swirled in the air as it tumbled to the ground. My sense of pride slowly dissapaited as I realized what I had done. I was glad it was dead but I wasn't. I looked to the boy as I bent over the bird. "Release another.." I ordered. He nodded, too scared to refuse or question again.
The bird darted out of its cage, atwitter with fear from the last shot. I watched it fly off. I set down the rifle next to the other bird, not letting it out of my hand just yet. I wanted to shoot the other bird, put myself out of my misery and myake myself the bad person. I stared at the bird on the ground. I'm done letting my emotions show.
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