It’s impressive that he can load the gun without even looking. Midge listens to his instructions, though she’s starting to feel a bit anxious now. She takes a deep breath and puts on the earmuffs before picking up the gun.

She tries not to hold the gun like it’s a bomb about to go off, but she’s being very gentle with it. Her thumb flicks off the safety and then she aims. The target seems extremely far across the grass and her hand shakes a little. As long as she keeps the pistol facing this direction, everything should be alright.

Midge squeezes the trigger, waiting for it to go off and lets out a yelp when it does. The retort is a lot stronger than she expected it to be. She fired something though.

“Did I hit it?” she asks, squinting at the target.