Martegan came hunting the jungle cat phanx;
that’s not what he found.
He held his weapon level, whipping the sight from one dark corner to another. Spotting the impossible creature, shots were fired; he’d initially considered it a coveted trophy, and now was surrounded – by just one. It hunted him – “the hunter”.
He could hear it menacing; toying with him.
It attacked – silent, deadly. There was no such thing, yet it took Martegan out.
This flash fiction in 74 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (Level).
Love the concept!
Thank you Red! I hope all is going swell (as can be managed) with your health and the next book.