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The Rustling

by Venky

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

The heft of the exquisitely crafted Winchester’ 94 did not seem all that well balanced now. Designed by John Browning and built by Winchester, first in 1894, the 94 was the go-to rifle for every cowboy, ranger and buccaneer. Max knew all these facts. But at this very minute, they had the same relevance to him, what string theory had to a raccoon. The deer which had bounded up the steps in one graceful leap had vanished, nay, evaporated into thin air. And this was not a metaphorical imagination.

A perpetual rustling of leaves triggered by a soft breeze now transformed into a devilish growl. As rivulets of sweat streamed down his face, Max swung the barrel of his rifle in a panicky arc searching for an invisible intruder.  A sudden giddiness overpowered him as he felt the forest closing in on him like a portal being closed.

Then..

(Word Count: 149)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

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crimsonprose August 15, 2019 - 1:22 am

You’ve been in my head, I so swear it. For moments before I took this shot I had utterly missed a shot of a roe deer. Though my weapon of choice is the camera. Gone are my gun-toting days! Good take on it, Venky.

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venkyninja1976 August 15, 2019 - 2:29 am

Thank you so much!

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crimsonprose August 15, 2019 - 2:41 am

🙂

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