Target

Roy threw the empty glass bottle to the ground. He had been working nonstop to find the real Roy Harper, but to no avail. He was the only one still looking, no one else cared.

He could feel the effects of the liquor rushing through him. His movements became slower, more clumsy. His mind became foggy. The pain went away.

"You know what Roy, I think it's time for some target practice," he said to himself.

Only, where could he go? They wouldn't let him in the Mountain to practice, and he didn't want to run into Ollie like this, so the Watchtower was out. And he needed more booze.

He started walking down the road, weaving slightly. Cars rushed past him, honking their horns. That's when he saw it. A giant target, just waiting for him to hit it.

He walked up, eyes focused on the glowing red target. Cars were parked all around him and people walked by, eying him suspiciously. He pulled out his collapsible bow and quiver, and climbed up on top of a convenient minivan nearby.

Arms shaking, he nocked an arrow and pulled the string back. He aimed for the large red target and let the arrow fly. It hit to the right.

Mentally he cursed and as he drew another arrow. Below, people were restless and worried about the man shooting at the Target sign. Someone called 911, but the cops wouldn't be there for another 10 minutes.

He shot again. It went in between the two rings. He tried again. It landed on the roof. Another shot, another miss. This went on until he was out of practice arrows.

"I need something to drink," he muttered quietly, getting off the van. He entered the store to buy some liquor, and discovered he didn't have his wallet.

So, he left. He had more booze at his house. He went home and drank until he passed out.

At the Target, the police; finally arrived. They found several red arrows littering the ground in front of the target sign, a few wedged in the wall and some more on the roof. They had no idea what had happened.

In the parking lot, a mother came out with her two children. They had been shopping and now it was time to go home. She noticed that there were an unusually large amount of cop cars, but disregarded it. As she helped her children into her van, her daughter stood up in the cart and asked a question she had no answer for.

"Mommy, why are there footprints on the roof of your car?"

Yet another one shot courtesy of the strange minds of Shadow and Breeze.

Have a bright day,

Shadow (and Breeze :D)