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. Madhura says:

    Love, love, loved this piece… fabulous writing, love the ‘trailing songbirds in her wake’… beautiful, Christine…


  2. 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!


  3. 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.”


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