Track – A Drabble

The moss bounced back after the fox grazed it but its claws had pulled and cut a couple of green strands.
“You’re a spry one,” I whispered, following the next breadcrumb. I had to catch the animal.
The hours’ lapse weighed down my mind and my stomach gargled. Soon, the hunt would be impossible; my weakness would clutter my eyes with dancing stars, hiding the faint hints of the fox’s run.
Then, unconsciousness in a meadow. And no one to save me.
Either that or returning to the judge without the white fox.
I crunched back over the forest’s floor.

This story was written based on this prompt.
And FYI, don’t stop writing; getting back into the grove is  so deceptively hard…


About Aheïla

Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

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