“Blood pounded in my temple, and my sweat turned cold. With nowhere else to go, I pressed my entire body against the fence, so hard that the chain links would leave their impression on my back. I couldn’t kill the bird. Our eyes locked, and we stared each other down. As I gazed into the bird’s black eyes, my tears began to flow.”
From “Professional Killers” by Sándor Jászberényi and translated by Matt Henderson Ellis. Jászberényi kicked off Sunday European Fiction and this is his second story in the series, one set in his native Hungary as opposed to the African setting of “The Blake Precept”.
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Photo – Shooting a 40 foot target with a 22cal. hunting rifle in Yellowknife, NWT, Canada by David Williams/wikimedia commons
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