Thursday, January 25, 2018

Flash Fiction # 287 -- Jungle

She did the impossible: took a weapon from the stranger's camp by the stream, and ran for the jungle.  They yelled, but she darted to the trees and into the loud, dank shadows.  A dozen waterfalls covered her sounds, and leaves obscured the view of where she ran.

This was her place.

She found her tree, scurried up the branches, and hid in a pod she'd cleared out, sitting in silence until the ugly hunters passed below her. 

Maybe, with the help of the weapon, her people could drive the humans from her world and out of the sacred jungle. 

(Drabble, 100 words exactly)

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