SEPTEMBER CONTEST: Three-Sentence Stories - All I felt was Recoil

Settled in on a mountain looking through the glass, the thought of home a memory, the tempo monotonous. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out -pause- slow steady squeeze. Today I took a life, and all I felt was recoil.

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