Waiting for the moment, the one chance he would have, Kit crept forward along the narrow ledge. Taking careful aim, he deliberately pulled the trigger . A flash of impossibly bright light followed by an explosion. Countless shards of shattered egg shell spattered the sheer rocks below. Circling high above, the seagulls dived repeatedly at the perpetrator, their cries were heard far across the barren coastline. As he began to edge back along the ledge towards his camp, the rocks below him began to crumble and he felt his feet slipping... A solitary feather was the last thing he saw.
This describes a scene I've never understood, no matter how those who shoot guns in the wild, for "sport," try to explain. I imagined a very young man determined to hit the eggs in a nest just to see if he could-- and at the end, I felt sorry that he wouldn't have the chance to learn any better. You took me on quite a journey with your 100 words!
ReplyDeleteThankyou for your comment. Similarly I cannot understand how this can be thought of as "sport". Hence the ending!
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely not a sport in my mind either. Shame he had to learn the hard way!
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ReplyDeleteWow! What an ending! Fantastic writing (& I love it when the villain gets it!). You created the tension beautifully & then burst it with the action. Great writing! Thank you so much for taking this week's challenge Anna!
ReplyDeleteA case of karma at work. A stupidity with dire results.
ReplyDeleteThis was a good read. It's amazing what can be made to fit in 100 words.
Thankyou Ross. I have been reading your stories on your website and have enjoyed their twists and turns.
ReplyDeleteThank you Julia. Having challenged my class to take part thought I should do the same. Having the 100 word limit saves it from being (too) scary a challenge :)
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