The sound of gunshots woke me up, I reached for my black robe and my slippers and looked out the window. There I found Alfred practicing his aim over a pair of cans.
I exhaled feeling at ease that it was nothing serious.
I stepped out of the room and made my way to him, I leaned against the wall watching him.
His form was perfect, he had been doing this for a while.
I hardly touch a gun, I was good at close ranges but from a distance I was no good. It was evident that he was better than me.
I cleared my throat causing him to notice me, “Did I wake you? I’m so sorry” he says.
“I’ve been up for a while” I lied.
“Do you need anything?” He asked.
I walked towards him, “How do you do it?”
“Huh?”
“Shoot a gun easily” I admitted.
“Years of practice” he answered, it was an obvious answe
