A Shot of Faith

Anthony readied the second arrow. The last one was too close to Harper’s right eye. His heart almost stopped when it hit the board.

Come on, Anthony. You can do this. Don’t miss.

The thing is, the small size of the apple atop Harper’s head was the hardest part of the test. Not to mention that it’s placed twenty-five meters away from where he’s standing.

The second arrow ready to shoot, the sweat from his forehead rolled down her cheeks. He held the arrow’s nock and aimed at his target. Once again, he tried to focus not to injure. This time, he has to be extra careful, even more careful than the last one.

He looked at the clock and it showed he only had 1:04 seconds. Two shots. One should be successful, the other one can either be a failure or a spare.

Come on, Anthony. You can do this. Don’t miss.

He stretched his hand backward, together with the arrow. It’s starting to strain but Anthony knows he can only let it go once he’s sure it’s going to hit the correct target.

Harper gulped