As always, this is a 100 word snippet using the photo prompt. Title: The Predator
Mists rise as if the ground weeps in relief for the reduction of heat with the coming evening. I wait patiently while the horses meander toward their warm barn in hopes of sweet hay and grain to supplement their grazing. My own hunger stirs as the light fades, darkening the trees from the hints of autumn splendor to shades of murky gray. I sense night’s cloak descending and my hunger demands more than horse blood. Tonight I will hunt my fellow predator, the human.
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I managed to give my Dad chills with this one! :)
ReplyDeleteI like the shift from pastoral to predatory. Nice ending!
ReplyDelete"I sense night’s cloak descending and my hunger demands more than horse blood."
ReplyDeleteThat was disturbing, haha. Nice job, Siobhan.
You've created a beautiful (and later haunting) story to go with the photo. I especially liked: "My own hunger stirs as the light fades, darkening the trees from the hints of autumn splendor to shades of murky gray."
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