I never recall having a body, yet I can feel the dirt under me, I can feel the wind rushing against my moving body.
I'm just running. That's all I'm doing. It's all I know.
I feel so free. I can see blurs of life racing past my slightly teary black eyes. My muzzle opens just enough to let me tongue slip out. I am in pure bliss, there is nothing more than me in this moment.
I've stopped. Why? If I had to guess it would have something to do with the warm red liquid running down my hind leg. I'm hurt, aren't I? It's a bear trap, but I am not a bear but a fox.
Although I know my black, red marbled pelt would cost much to the large things that set this trap.
All I wish now is for my end to be swift.
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forest of stories
Short Storyjust a side project I'm doing. a bunch of forest/plant related stories that I'll randomly think of that might have some hidden meaning. not gonna be the best so just bear with me
