Random I mean, not trying for petals or anything; the barrel’s washed out, it won’t hold that tight a pattern at a hundred feet. It’s all Loves-Me-Not anyway when you shoot the petals off. I just aimed for their heads, knocked them to yellow chaos there in the back yard.
I cut the one I missed. It looks pretty in a bud vase.
I like Sunshine's response. *S* I also like yours... in a world where false macho seems the norm and inflicting pain is too often the response to feeling it, I admire and respect the man unable to take that second shot... and willing to say so. *S*
As is often the case with your work, I read this on many levels... and as always with your work, it's superb whatever depth the reader chooses to acknowledge. *S*
Hm. You shot the daisy, but left one. From one you'll reap seeds to plant again. Hey there, have you any plans to blow away the pesty Dandelions? (They used to drive me crazy with the first few hundred Love Me, Love Me NOts! I've blown away a few myself!) Good to read your thoughts again. Sadie