Viewfinder

"Ready?" I called, and I got a rock, and I waited until he had me in his viewfinder.

"Okay!" he called.

I laid back my arm and I hollered, "Now!" I threw that son of a bitch as far as I could throw it.

"I don't know," I heard him shout. "I don’t do motion shots."

"Again!" I screamed, and took up another rock.

VIEWFINDER- Raymond Carver

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