I clutch my furs. You rustle through the bushes. They crack like bones. I shouldn't have hunted you, for your footprints are as clumsy as mine.
I freeze. You leap. Howl. Run sideways. Backward. This isn't a hill to die on, but I see you've brought your cross.
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction and Short-Shorts
RandomAll stories here are 1000 words or less. Though small, they are big in meaning. There are also writing prompts for the dreaded block. The Rochambeau drawing is inspired by one of his portraits; the Lafayette one is not. If you are witty often enou...
