“As his shadow filled my vision,
fear washed over me and I braced
for what was to come.”
The vehemence in his eyes hit me like a brick wall. The chill that traveled down my spine only added to the sense of foreboding. I wasn’t sure what to expect. And I suppose that was the point. Ratcheting up the fear to sweeten the pot. It was something he liked to do. Part of the hunt in his ritualistic hunting grounds. There was no escape. So I was forced to wait and hope that this time, it wouldn’t be so bad.
© Sarah Doughty
I wasn’t always so lucky.
But it could have been
much, much worse.