/**/
11/17/2011

100 Word Challenge - Snow


What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the (Damn, this is hard. I can't call her "Frosty" or "Crunchy" or "Newly Fallen". i gotta think ... Oh. I know .. Nah .. Softly Smothering ain't gonna do it either. I HAVE to think of something ... okay - how about) purely driven Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Snow".

The Hunter

He looked up into the sky, each star with a hard edge in the crisp cold of the night. He loved it when it was like this; silent but for the sound of the freshly fallen snow crunching under his boots, his breath turning to fog in front of his face, a rim of frost forming on his eyebrows and eyelashes. He felt what men have felt for thousands upon thousands of years; the oneness with Nature, the alertness, the awareness, the feeling of strength and power and completeness.

"Fred!! Come in the house. Dinner is ready."

The Hunter left.


Ndinombethe.

8 comments:

Grandmother said...

Set me up! I was just about to say "But he's about to kill an animal" when his wife called. Good one.

barbara said...

dangit! Our tummies rule even the adventurer in us. Nicely done - and, purely driven . . . bwahahaha!

Carrie said...

Loved it...those twists get you every time :)

Big Mark 243 said...

... or it could have been a teenage boy with an active imagination heeding his Mother's call... this would NOT have happened to a hunter on the trail...

Tara R. said...

Wonderful imagery, I could feel the cold.

PattiKen said...

Brrr. Good to go into the warm cave and enjoy a roast of wooly mammoth on a cold winter night.

Robin Hawke said...

I was there at boots...Robin

Velvet Verbosity said...

I lived in Vermont for a time where hunting was de rigeur for the menfolk. I love your romantic take on it, and I've met that kind of hunter. Unfortunately the smell of alcohol in the air always made me a little queasy about the whole season.