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The Archer Tale (standard:Satire, 1025 words)
Author: Ashok GurumurthyAdded: Mar 18 2005Views/Reads: 3750/2437Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A stupid imitation of Jeffrey Archer.
 



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class! It was said that he could shoot arrows blindfold; no-one had 
scored more than one bull's eye in his game with this 
juggernaut-archer. Where he came from nobody knew; what he did for a 
living nobody knew. His name he had to give to participate and so we 
had it. Indeed, even after the tournament where he went nobody knew. 
However, his unmatched concentration and sharp aim were stuff for 
legends. My friends told me before the finals that in practice sessions 
he was getting six out of seven shots right. I stepped up my training, 
but I knew well enough that only a miracle could save me. 

The miracle happened. We were tied at 3 – 3 when we had had three shots.
I was shooting second. The three-in-a-row I had done I had never 
accomplished till then, and haven't since, so that at that point I was 
already thanking my stars for having taken me to that point and 
honestly wanted nothing more. 

Then he missed; he missed the fourth one! Involuntarily he dropped on
his knees in despair and disbelief. Then it was my turn. 

I hit. 

I won. 

The announcer said 'We are very pleased and proud to state that our
champion of last year has retained his title. The sum of one hundred 
pounds now belongs to Jeffrey.' 

*** 

The old man excitedly repeated several other details, as he always did,
and was exhausted at the end of it. The young man, his son, put him to 
sleep. The old man's cigarette was lying on the ground beside him. 

The cigarette was actually a plastic holder into which tobacco could be
filled. The old man never realized that he was smoking the same 
cigarette all the time; for the tobacco was refilled by the son. 

The son turned a forlorn gaze at the burning end of the fag, which held
a tiny device, ingeniously designed, and which steadied the blowing of 
air across it.


   


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