One Shot
London. August 2012 One Shot He lay prone on the mat, mind half-aware of the crowd falling silent, even as he was focusing on the sights. A long way to the target. Too far? No. He had trained for this, trained until targets blurred from exhaustion and his muscles trembled with fatigue. Perfect weather. Cloudy skies, no sun glinting in his eyes, no wind to distort the path of the…