drabble for brigits_flame - sashay

[hwango]

(Sashay - v. glide, move, or proceed easily, among other meanings)

For hours I have tracked the beast, and at last my bowstring is taut against my fingers. I have only to release my arrow and death will follow a few heartbeats behind. But I hesitate. The animal glides through the forest with a simple grace that holds me mesmerized. The moment is flawless and unforgettable.

An arrow takes the creature in the throat, and the spell is broken. Another hunter, one blind to beauty, has claimed the kill before me. Tonight I will go hungry.

But tomorrow I will have my memory. The other hunter will have nothing but bones.

Comments

[thorarosebird.livejournal.com]

Hwango, this was wonderful. :) As much as I love your pseudo-British pieces (jolly good, what!) and your snarky shorter entries, this was something very different and very sublime. :) Every word counts, and there's a whole story here that I can read into and make something for myself. Keppie already said everything I could say about it, so all that's left is to say bravo! *votes*

[hwango.livejournal.com]

Hooray for Pseudo-Britain! = ) But seriously, thanks, and I'm glad people are enjoying my departure from my usual style.

[thorarosebird.livejournal.com]

People like to be kept on their toes! :)