Monday, August 26, 2013

The prey

“Let me bag a turkey
And then,
I promise we’ll leave”.
The minutes ticked away,
The crowds thinned.
The turkey eluded.
Despite incessant attempts.
At last, he gave up.
Had to give up.
They were about to shut for the night.
Or whatever slices remained of it.
Their footsteps echoed in the parking.
She hustled close to him,
Clinging on to his arm like a lifeline.
Scared of some unseen, unknown waif,
Lurking in the lonely, isolated car park.
Scared of two green eyes,
Blinking in some crevice,
Watching their steps,
Waiting to hunt.
The newspapers were screaming precautions.
To avoid wee hours of morning
Waning hours of night,
Lonely lanes, abandoned areas
So on, so forth.
“ Take it easy honey”.
He comforted her.
Maybe he was still contemplating
That elusive turkey.
She hoped she had
Her pepper spray handy.
A puma bag on her desk
Some twenty kilometers away was er….
Focus. Breathe. Brave.
The car took eternity
To spring to life
Another eternity
Maneuvering turns for exit.
Back to lights and life
Of metropolitan road
Glistening in rainy days.
She breathed.
Relief.
But perhaps a little too soon.
The hunter was still on prowl.

‘twas night still ...

16 comments:

  1. Intense- and such an ominous end. Thank goodness it's daylight when I read this :)

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    1. Thank you so much for such encouraging feedback :)

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  2. Now there's a tale fit for telling 'round a campfire. I'd have nightmares for sure!

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    1. Thank you so much. It is always a pleasure to hear such kind words from you

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  3. A brooding intense tale sure to create an unsettling feeling. Nice!

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  4. Found myself all wound up and then wide eyed at the end. Great suspense.

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    1. Thank you Debra for such positive feedback

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  5. After this prompt and the creative responses, I won't look at turkeys quite the same ever again.

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  6. The atmosphere in this piece is built up splendidly. Great job. Thank you for linking up!

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    1. Thank you so much Editors. I always looks forward to hear from you

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  7. Who knew bowling was such a risky activity?
    All very ominous, Ruby!

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    1. Thank you so much Kymm. I am really encouraged by your words

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.