Run.
Flee.
Teeth snapping at my heels, I bound through the darkness. Over bushes. Between trees. And the snapping recedes. I strain my legs to run even faster. I will not be dinner today.
Then I burst out from the trees onto a hard smooth surface. And the lights coming towards me are so bright. So very bright.
Carl D'Agostinoc
/ May 30, 2012Oh, deer me !