[ CW ] `` I 've shot Kennedy 100 times so far . In fact , I 've become quite good at it . ''

There's someone in my spot. That's never happened before. Motes of dust glint in the sunlight and a wave of cheering is cresting outside. So far so familiar. But there's someone looking through the window down the sight of a rifle, right where I normally sit. 
 
 He flinches when he hears the footsteps and starts to raise his gun on me. Mine was up first. 
 
 `` I'm police,'' he ventures. More of a question really. 
 
 `` No you're not. I know that look. You're hear to kill the President.'' 
 
 He nods, and I wait, watching it process. 
 
 `` Know... know that look?'' 
 
 `` I've shot Kennedy 100 times so far. In fact I've become quite good at it.'' 
 
 There is increased wariness there now, but I've still thrown him off his guard. 
 
 `` I do n't have much time.'' I tell him as I move to the window. 
 
 `` What are you doing?'' he asks, eyes paniced. 
 
 `` I'm going to shoot Kennedy. Time 101. You can watch if you want. Looks like you've got a lot to learn.'' 
 
 `` Like what?'' The question escapes him as a horse whisper as I take 3 shots. I like to mix it up sometimes. 
 
 The noise outside takes a sickening crashing turn. 
 
 `` Like how to deal with the screams.'' I state baldly. 
 
 I leave him standing staring down at the marred parade below. 
 
 `` And a widow's tears...'' I whisper more to myself than anything. 
 
 He's still there as I walk into the crisp November sunshine. Oh well, someone else can take the wrap this time. 
 
 
 

