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The Weight

Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 3:47 pm
by FordBenjamin
The fox knows when I’m stepping lightly through the forest. Unseen owl eyes focus on me from the high branches of the pines. My muscles weaken under the weight of my trophy; heavy and burdensome on my back from the long hike inward. Needles scratch my arms as I struggle through a thicket, on my way to the trophy cabin I’ve rented. The last place I’ll ever feel this free. The police scanner attached to my belt echoes out static and the terse voices of command. They know he’s missing. They know he’s been taken. They know it is me.