suddenly out of the corner of my eye, i see torch light. it glows like a beacon. Skip looks up wide eyed and alert. "shhh" i whisper, but I'm not sure if he understands. The torch has now become a dark figure, a phantom in the night. A man. The silhouette emerges from the twisted woodland, i can hear his footsteps. crunch, crunch, crunch on the undergrowth. the phantom moves slowly, staggering, unbalanced. i am still as stone, skip's ears point towards the dusty moon. he's curious. "click clack" the sound of metal echoes through the trees, it sounds like the gun that dad keeps in his shed. light darts around the wood, the torch seeks around for its victim. everything is still. "snap!" a small twig beneath Skips paw was all it took, the light hits us. i winced in the bright light and held Skip tightly. expecting the worst. Then it spoke. muffled and slurred the figure shouted. " don't move, or i shoot!" it sounded like dad... Skip darted into the light, he was too fast for me to stop him, "BANG"...
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The Yellow Wood
Historia CortaThis is my first short story about the events of a curious and adventurous young boy and his dog named skip.
