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The Look-Out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A story of the hunter and the hunted.

Submitted: November 07, 2018

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The Look-Out

You spent weeks on it’s construction, didn’t you. Finding just the right position, the right materials to blend in and not be too obvious. And then, once it was in place you left it for a while, stayed right away to let it become just a part of the landscape.

Then for the observation, the research. You wanted to know what would be passing, and when. You were dedicated enough to spend hours, days, sitting and noting, barely moving while you did so. And when you saw them passing overhead you knew then and there what your target would be.

A swan! Nothing less was going to satisfy you. You knew roughly when they would be passing so it was as simple as getting your rifle ready, getting yourself in to a concealed position, taking aim and then....BANG! A swan would be yours.

You never noticed, did you, that while you were observing, you were under observation too. So well hidden, patience that would put even yours to shame, and an ability to sense the threat and the danger that you posed.

It would not be long now. The sun was low in the sky and that was when they always seemed to pass. There! Look, in the distance. Only one this evening, but that is fine; one is all you want after all. In a way, it being a solo flier was to your advantage. There would be no distractions to your concentration with just that one single bird flying overhead.

You stepped forward, took aim. You held your breath as you followed its path, totally oblivious to the three that were coming up behind you.

Strong birds, they are, the swans. And loyal too. An intense feeling of protectiveness is shared between them. So simple it was for the first to take the rifle from your hand in one swooping dive. It fell to the ground, mostly hidden by the undergrowth. You caught sight of it, bent to scoop it back up, only to find yourself faced by a hiss swan, its wings spread and beating the air.

Did you never learn about the dangers of approaching angry swans? They can break a man’s arm as simply as blinking, a leg too, with just a bit of effort. And now you are standing there surrounded by three of them, all clearly aware that you were going to slay one of their own. They are not going to show you any mercy.

You scream in fear, then in pain as the massive birds set about you. The fourth, the one that you were so recently aiming at, has wheeled back around and is tearing apart your prized construction. They knew about you all along; just as you were watching them, they, too, were watching you.

They won’t kill you, although they could. Just maim you enough to teach you to change your ways. But, should they ever find you hunting again, you’ll receive no compassion, and your death will be much slower than one delivered by a bullet.


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