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.
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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 last essay-- I don't exactly agree with anymore, but my writing was on fire. I was going through some things! ...
