Done for a prompt at the me_challenge board.
Girl with the Red Balloon
Lights and people everywhere. The parade floats pass by, each more animated than the last.
She holds her father's hand, jumping up and down with each new sight, her giggling silent in my scope. The balloon bobs up and down, silver to my eyes.
The round hits her father's head in the back, neither clean nor subtle. His hand falls limp away from hers and she watches him topple forward, her eyes confused until he hits the ground and she can see. One last look and her scream is just as silent to me as her laugh. I pull my eye from the scope and the crowd looks normal from far away, her balloon floats toward the clouds.