Woodland Manoeuvres


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

He tensed at a rustling sound behind him.  He was motionless except his eyeballs, which darted rapidly covering all directions.  His heart drummed vigorously, but he kept his breathing steady.  Prostrate in the undergrowth unwilling to divulge his position, he grew cold.

A crunch to his left warned him of a passing being.  Muscles taut and senses fully alert, he held his position.  He was uncertain yet whether it was wolf, bear or psychotic murderer, but he was equipped and prepared for any event…

“Christopher, time to come in now darling.”

Any event, except his mother calling him to lunch.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.


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