"Pop" A short story

 ‘Pop’
No secondary noise heralds a miss.
Pull back on the bolt and load another pellet into the chamber.
Aim down the barrel. Line up the V groove with the florescent green sight.
Line all that up with the pop can. Sitting and laughing 60 feet away.
Breathe.
In between your breaths, feel your heartbeat.
In between heartbeats, aim the gun.
In between sways, choose your opening.
Squeeze the trigger.
‘Pop”
No secondary noise heralds a miss.
“You’re pretty bad at that ain’t ya”
The boy turns to see his father.
“Its hard!”
“It’s not hard”
“Well lets see you hit it”
Chuckling the man takes the gun and lays by the son. There are 3 bullets left in the magazine.
He lines up the gun, he breathes and he squeezes the trigger.
‘Pop’
No secondary noise..
‘Pop’
Before I can think he has pulled the bolt and fires a second shot.
‘Pop’
He fires a third.
There have only been 3 noises.
“you missed!”
“Oh I did, did I? Go check”
In wonderment, the boy lifts himself onto his feet and starts a curious walk towards the pop can.
He looks back at his dad.
His dad smiles.
He continues his curious ascent up the gentle slope towards the can.
He arrives upon a very un-dented can. He looks back at his dad.
His dad smiles.
At last glance, the boy notices.
Three dandelions surrounding the can have the heads picked clean off.
The boy looks back at the dad.
The dad smiles.