Six Sentence Stories #30

On a starry night, I watched silently as I waited for someone to take the bait. My bait was a clever ruse, to gather those who caused chaos and bloodshed in my city. The profile I wrote on them suggested they would fall for it. All it would take is time. For this night, I had plenty of that. Birds of the night, chirped as I begin to see some of them gather around the bait. With a grin, I drew an arrow from the tree branch in front of me.

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