Jonesy's War
by Faye Sizemore
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speculative fiction for the internet generation.

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Jonesy's War


       Jonesy had made up his mind that he was going to be the one to get that son-of-a-bitch, come hell or high water. The adrenalin of the situation was keeping the tiredness of his muscles at bay... that and the thoughts of shooting Carter.

       Jonesy had been tracking his prey for hours now and so far had evaded capture by the others who were also tracking him. It was ironic; the hunter was also the hunted.

       The sun was sinking fast, coloring the sky blood red. The nights sounds of the jungle were deafening at sundown, as if already in celebration of the coming night.

       Carter had always been a wise ass. Always one step ahead of Jonesy, always gloating and filled with an air of smugness... Today was payday! Today was going to be the culmination of all the little digs thrown his way by Carter…

       Jonesy grinned to himself. It was almost collection time.

       It was going to be a pleasure to pull the trigger, point blank, right before Carter's shitty brown eyes. He defiantly wanted Carter to see it coming. Carter may have been a few steps up the ladder, but tonight, the ladder was going to be kicked from underneath him and Jonesy was just the one to do it.

       The night sounds suddenly ceased. All was silent, a sure sign there was about to be company. It was hard to see in the light of the newly risen moon. The jungle vines and trees were so close together, creating a canopy to keep out any but the thinnest shafts of light.

       Hunkered down, Jonesy waited, his heart pounding and his trigger finger aching. Everything looked the same, tangled and dark. He waited patiently to see what would appear.

       When nothing did appear, Jonesy moved forward silently, with his eyes scanning the darkness for movement. Up ahead was a small clearing, with moonlight filtering down. He paused on the edge of it, gripping his weapon tightly and straining his ears to hear.

       Through the vines, on his left, there was suddenly the shape of a man, outlined in the dim moonlight. Carter!! At last Jonesy had Carter in his sights! He could see clearly the camouflage pattern of the man's clothes. His back was to Jonesy.

       Jonesy moved a tiny bit closer to get better aim. There was no way he could afford to miss. It seemed an eternity before Carter turned slowly to face Jonesy's direction.

       Just as they made eye contact, with a war whoop, Jonesy squeezed the trigger and as Carter looked down in shocked surprise at the red dye from the paintball, staining the front of his vest, Jonesy had a feeling of satisfaction that he had never, in his life, ever known the likes of before.


copyright 2006 Faye Sizemore.

Faye Sizemore:
I am an imaginative grandmother, loose with pen in hand, who just loves a mystery from the unknown.