The Fall

The muffled sound of an engine disrupt the quiet of the dark forest.
From behind a massive Douglass-fur, Hunter watches as an SUV disappears up the snow-covered trail.
Only one house that way.
Hunter moves.
Prey pulls up in front of the cabin. Exits, shudders in the icy winds, hurries inside.
A warm shower would be nice.
Hunter approaches. Lights in every room. He circles the cabin, and finds Preys soft contours exposed on a frosted glass pane.
His pulse quickens.
That bitch.
Inside: Pray exits the bathroom, shuts a door, hard.
Outside, from above: an icicle falls.