Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Betrayal and Red, May 23, 2012


They ran, gliding through the forest like two spirits. Snow underfoot crunched.
Both stopped and listened, white mist forming. All that could be heard was the wind and the gentle thud of snow falling to earth.
I think we lost them.” He knelt.
Nosing the ground, it looked at him. “I can’t smell or hear them.”
A sharp crack broke the silence. He felt something whiz by his head; a warm spray on his face.
He sprawled on the ground as the air around him exploded.
He turned his head. White fur brilliantly contrasting against the red that slowly spread.

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