The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
Huntress
She prowls.
She lurks between the bushes, in the tall grass. Eyes fixed on her prey.
The calls of the wild all around her. The sky is dark like the underbelly
of a rhino crouching in the mud, but far to the east, the very first few
rays of sunlight begin to emerge. She lifts her head and sniffs the air,
eyes searching the savannah for any competition, but none can be seen;
she is top predator in these vast planes. She inches slowly towards her
target, which is lying still in the clearing, unaware of the determined
eyes watching from the shadows. She picks up her weapon; metal shines in
the last of the moonlight, in the early dawn. The flicker goes by undetected
by the yet unsuspecting prey. She approaches, and with complete silence,
sticks her cake fork into the small slice of pickle.
Info:
144 words about Cat hunting for a pickle from my plate. Guess you had to be there.