Waiting

I know this is random, but my theme I had to write about with this exercises was "waiting." And this is what happened. 

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I lit the cigarette with the butt of my old one. After the new cigarette had been lighted successfully, I dropped it to the ground and stamped it out by stepping on it. I took a huff from cigarette.

For the fourteenth time that night I rechecked the gun. I made sure that it was loaded, and aimed at the right spot. I went through the motions of what I was supposed to do when I saw the car come up. Put out the cigarette, lie flat on my stomach, hold the body of the rifle in my hands, hold steady until I saw the head of the man. Pull the trigger. Take the rifle off the stand, take it apart, place the pieces inside of the open bag next to me, fold up the stand, place it in the bag as well, zip the back closed. Stand up, walk towards the east door exit, and leave.

I looked down at the ground and saw the number of butts lying there. Two or three would not be suspicious. Butts from other smokers littered the ground everywhere. But seven, ten? If someone could roughly guess which direction the shot was fired from, someone might notice the large collection of butts, and then someone else might have the brilliant idea to check the butts for DNA. True that wouldn't prove as quickly or irreversibly that I was the killer as the movies and shows would make one believe. Nevertheless…better safe than sorry.

I picked up the butts one by one, keeping an eye out for the car.

Once done with that, I went through the process of lighting a new cigarette with an old one. I still crushed the old cigarette to put it out, but then picked it up and put it in my pocket with the others.

I took another drag at my cigarette.

I couched down.

Nothing to do by wait.