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Fletcher aimed carefully, drawing back his bow. The target that stood fifty yards away, filled with holes from the myriad of projectiles that had already hit it, was an easy target for the young man.
Twang!
Yet another arrow directly in the center of the target. A twitch of a smile found its way on his lips as he set the modern crossbow down on its holder and walked back toward the target. The sun shone down on him through the protected windows, and he welcomed the soothing warmth on his back as he jerked each arrow out with a small grunt. Today was a very quiet day at Fletcher’s Archery- only about ten people had come, and they hadn’t stayed for very long. He looked around, straightening the bundle of arrows in his hand. It just seemed so… quiet. Even though there was quiet music playing in the background, there was a silence that Fletcher hated. If was lonely and foreboding, especially since he didn’t have a Guardian with him, that he knew of. Blowing a sigh through his lips, Fletcher made his way back to his bow, and put his arrows in the quiver. He glanced over at the next quiver over, which had been hanging there for quite a while.
Richard…
his former guardian had had many friendly competitions with him, seeing who could get more points on the target. Fletcher usually won, but the banter and competition was what really mattered to him. Now, though…
Sighing again, softer, Fletcher glanced at the clock. It was about closing time.
“Well, I guess that’s it for today.” Flipping off all the lights and locking the doors, Fletcher headed out to his compact car. He paused for a moment before driving, going through a mental checklist.
oh, yeah! I’ve gotta get a new book. I just finished The Horse and His Boy.
He pulled out, driving carefully over to his favorite local bookstore. Before getting out, he checked to make sure nothing looked out of the ordinary.
“Looks all clear…” He muttered. Climbing out and locking the door, he stared downward at his red shoes as he briskly walked to the store, letting his green cap shield his face. Nothing seemed strange once he walked in, except that the air conditioner was turned on too strong. There were a couple people over there, one girl standing in front of a guy by a chair. He couldn’t really see the expression on either of their faces, so he ignored them. Fletcher turned away to search for the C. S. Lewis books. He flipped through the shelves, glancing back over his shoulder every few seconds.
gah, this is so annoying. I can’t stop being paranoid.
There it was, more CS Lewis. Not concerned in reading any of the books in a particular order, He grabbed a random book. The Screwtape Letters.
“Looks interesting…” He walked over to a couch in the store and sat, half-watching the two over at that chair and half-paying attention to the book.