The Hunt

Mechanical thunder. Malicious, precious, sinful. The smoke clouding the senses. 

The dog howling, sprinting across the field. Childish cheerfulness. Turquoise eyes injected with blood. Torn apart in its mouth, the red breaking the spell of the purest feathers, caged forever in its now pointless metamorphosis, 

the swan

Author's Note

The challenge is to write a story that fits in a post it.

Reviews

[DAH]

Perfectly written and delivered.

Love the surrealism, the fantasy.

"Mechanical thunder" –– unique!

[Kaede16]

Thank you for the kind words :)

[DAH]

My pleasure ...

[The Twin Arenas]

"Pointless metamorphosis." That's a real good description of the end of it all.

[Chris]

Challenges are fun - 'til they aren't anymore. Here was a strong image that played out behind one's eyes.

[John the Baptist]

Reminds me of why I never took up hunting. Very evocative piece.