The Wait.

An icy wind blows quietly through the thicket, gently stirring the bare branches overhead. She crouches even lower against the brush, holding her position steady, beanie pulled down low over her ears. She flexes her fingers and cups them, blowing hot air into her bare hands. She clenches her jaw to prevent her teeth from chattering. Snow lightly feathers her parka and eyelashes. 6 hours have numbed her core.


A crisp chill settles over the frost-covered forest. Her senses remain vigilant as a shadow finally emerges into sight, not far from where she’s carefully tracked prints. The four-hoofed beast stands majestically against the rays of the setting sun. Its brown coat a stunning contrast to the surrounding snow. Antlers arc gracefully towards the sky. The wait is over.


She bites her lip and doesn’t dare breathe whilst slowly shifting her weight down onto her right knee and reaches to grab an arrow from the worn quiver strapped snug against her back. Her eyes never leaving the target, she nocks the arrow without hesitation. Waiting until the whitetail takes a single step forward, exposing its vitals, she swiftly pulls her bow to a full draw.


The creature cocks its ears and turns its head, alerted to any movement, but doesn’t flee. Seizing the opportunity, she briefly anchors the string into holding – string to nose, fingers to jaw. Aiming low and inhaling lightly, she looses the arrow.


The wind stops, freezing the moment before defeat. As predicted, the animal jumps to life at the snap of release, milliseconds too late. The arrow buries itself into its broadside. She waits patiently and watches as it runs another 200 yards into the woods. Closing her eyes, she quietly whispers a prayer under her breath, finishing just as a defeated thud echoes in the distance. She rises from her crouched position, stretching her spine and stiff limbs and brushing the ice from her hefty clothes. Swallows hard and gritting her teeth, she trails after her fallen prey. Survival is a painful game.


The Daily Post Daily Prompt: Silent



Fiction Scribbling #2

“Trust me,” she whispered, “if you concentrate hard enough, I know you can do it too.”

“Why do I have to wear this stupid helmet?” Lex asked pointedly.

“‘Cause you’ve never done this before, and I don’t wanna be responsible for your head cracking open should you re-materialize incorrectly” Corey retorted, brushing Lex’s bangs aside and pulling her chin strap tight. Her voice softened,”I’ll talk you through it though, don’t worry. Just listen and do as I say.”

Corey’s fingers lingered a second longer beside Lex’s cheek as she looked into her eyes assuringly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Lex returned her gaze and smiled, closing her eyes to hone in on Corey’s voice. She concentrated hard, focused only on her breath and being. As she let more and more of herself go, she felt a numbness then a wave of cold wash over her, from outward in, simultaneous with the diffusion of her molecules. Already her material form had more than half dispersed and she could feel herself intermingling easily with the buzz of other particles swirling in the air. It felt so… freeing. She quickly lunged forward, catching Corey by surprise, and pressed her lips softly against Corey’s. A half-smirk lingered as her particles completely dematerialized into the cool air.

The last words Lex heard were, “Let go…”

Fiction Scribbling #1

As electricity pulsed through her fingertips, she suddenly had this sickening desire to repeat the careless mistake, but for much longer. It felt as if all her cells were reinvigorated. How long would it take for someone to find me? she wondered silently. What would be the lasting memory of me? How would it feel to hold on and never let go? – these are the thoughts that pervaded her mind as the microwave plug continued to dangle limply in her right hand. She stared out into space, clearly entranced by a straggling thought. Her skin was buzzing; the hairs on her arm stood up. Something inside her had awoken.