The Hunt
The deer sprung out of the forest, running for its life.
The little girl watched in the distance as it dodged and skipped over rocks, branches and roots.
She felt pity for the creature as it galloped by. She closed her eyes as she pulled back the arrow on the bow, releasing it, and the arrow dashed ahead, suddenly piercing into the deer's side.
She watched as the angelic creature stumbled forward onto its front legs, falling down to the ground and just crying for help.
She watched it quietly, before pulling out another arrow, directing it at the head.
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Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Poignant... but pity doesn’t fill the belly, so a gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do. As someone who in the past fortnight has had deer jump across the road right in front of his car on four occasions, I would raise my bow and arrows too. Lovely drabble though Aishling.
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Aishling 11 months ago
thanks :)
