prompt: snuff
word count: 101

He rested comfortably on the top of the building, eyes closed in a relaxed manner. He could feel the breeze of the night and the chill of the moon.

The sand dropped down the hourglass.

Any moment was available, there was no time limit.

So the man pushed the chair aside and alined himself. Through the scope, he could see shadows dancing to a beat in the windows. His hand traveled down the device, fingers finding the trigger.

And he pulled it.

Bang.

It's odd, how one's life can be ended so quickly, snuffed out like the wick of a candle.