Survival
Gripped by the terror encircling, he cried out one last
time. The harrowing silence fell on pointed ears. He sat, limbs curled underneath
him; frozen by history and the blinding winter. Old Grey smelt the end.
The cave provided time to think about his next move. He admired
the pine trees, like statues ladled with snow. The birds had long gone. And
they? Why had he stayed? Pride? His ancient love of living at the edge of life.
Major had warned him. But then, Old Grey had always won. Until now.
The forest stretched out before him, his land of battles:
for territory, for love, for his family, for his past and their future. The endless
winters had broken into summers full of promise, but they now dwindled to
nothing. Everything was on the move, and yet… they had remained.
But so had Red. Old Grey pictured those crimson eyes
searching the forest’s dark purple corners.
He had to finish this before everything he had survived was lost
forever. Red was stronger now, and quicker. Red’s time was soon.
But Old Grey knew parts Red didn’t. He knew holes and
ravines and fallen branches that Red still had to find. He stood stiffly and
sniffed the air. Trapped bugs, leaves hung with winter’s ice, and forgotten
human footprints filled his senses. He closed his eyes.
Little Grey was safe. For now. But he would have to be moved
before the next snowfall. Old Grey hated to use the word home, but this is what
his horizon was. Major had wanted him to look further. He couldn’t grasp it
then. He saw it now. Maj. Remembering
her again swiped his breath from his lungs. He opened his eyes and looked out, barely
able to face the journey ahead without her.
There was a twinkle in the distance, then two. He might have
to say goodbye sooner than he wanted, but he could still save his last son.
He padded out gently into the woods.
The word we had to include was GRASP: its third meaning is to lay hold of within the mind, COMPREHEND.
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This is cool. I felt immersed in the surroundings you described.
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DeleteSome of the images in this are so great: "the forest's dark purple corners," "leaves hung with winter's ice" - really nice. The simple scheme you used to name the animals also fit just perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brian. I hoped it would work that way!
DeleteThis is great, and it feels almost like a fairy tale. Thank you for linking up. Please don't forget to return for the voting!
ReplyDeleteThe setting was mesmerizing. I got a chill as i immersed in the story.
ReplyDeleteA good chill I hope!
DeleteSuch a breathtaking story and you crafted it beautifully. Well done!
ReplyDeleteCheers Ivy, your comment means a lot.
DeleteI enjoy this a lot. The scene you envisioned came through in vibrant color.
ReplyDeleteMoments of survival are heightened, so I am glad you enjoyed it and that came across.
DeleteThanks for the read!
The setting to your good tale was superb!
ReplyDeleteI like the humanization you brought to your...are they wolves?
ReplyDeleteThey are indeed. Thanks for the read and comment!
DeleteRob, thanks ever so much for the read and comment. Very glad it came across in the way that it did to you. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteLiked the naming of the characters particularly, as well as the low perspective.
ReplyDeleteI love this! The wolf perspective is awesome, particularly because you take the reader there without ever stating it. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Suzanne, am glad you enjoyed the read and it worked the way it was intended!
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