Hunt

She wanders from thicket to glade, trailing songbirds in her wake. I have followed her for days. My feet are weary, my heart sore and full of regret.

Sunlight glints off the arrow set against my bow. A promise is a promise.


Written for the yeah write weekly gargleblaster challenge. This week’s ultimate question:

Why do birds suddenly appear?

Go read the other entries, and remember to come back on Tuesday to vote for your three favorites!

18 thoughts on “Hunt

  1. M. L. Sexton says:

    Hahaha! You’re going to kill that bird for all your pain and suffering if it’s the last thing you do. Loved it!

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  2. Kir Piccini says:

    no time for doubt or second guesses, even if she is “trailing songbirds in her wake.”
    what a gorgeous line of writing. It reminded me of Snow White or Sleeping Beauty, “thicket to glade.”
    WOW!

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