Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Season Of The Hunt


Across the misty fields, the sun broke through the last gloom of night kissing the countryside with light and warmth.

Unbidden, his thoughts went back to a time when he had hunted these same fields for quail, deer, and rabbit rather thans that had once been his closest friends asnd family. for the undead is position doggedly.  for the undead abominations that had once been his closest friends and family.



This story was written for the weekly 55 Word Challenge flash fiction writing challenge photo prompt. 

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