In the distance, a peacock stood. Tall, thin, creeping on glass. She was walking back and forth across the horizon I could almost touch. The heat from the earth made the ground shift and her legs wobble.
“He’s waiting for a mate” said Pritam, tapping me on the arm.
“He? No, that’s a she.” I replied. He looked at me. I could feel him weighing my words.
“How can you be sure?” he asked, looking back to the beautiful bird. I just looked out, silent but for my slow, steady breathing.
“No man ever made the horizon his stage” I said.
He smiled. Then I raised the sight to my eye and stared down the long barrel, watching her dance on the tip of my rifle.