In response to Linda G Hill’s stream of consciousness prompt Still
Everything was still. Calm and peaceful as it should be when day and night meet. And yet it wasn’t, for the one figure that progressed through the shadows, hiding from the colours of the sunset. It moved quietly and when it stopped, as if bothered by a sound only it could hear, it stood still as a statue. When the sun finally hid behind the mountain, it resumed its motion, carefully, silently.
Being noticed would mean the end of this venture. There was only one shot at this. So like a tiger, the shape prowled, stalked. The prey was identified, the target marked. But one noise and all would be for nothing. And in the twilight, every sound seemed enhanced. The stillness of the early night would do that here.
The prey shifted, uneasy, guessing more than knowing the potential danger out there. The mark looked left then right but never saw the still figure. It returned to its task, when the hunter pounced causing it to yelp in fear. But it was too late; they were taken.
Kamaria growled. She’d lost again, for the third time this week. It seemed her brother would prove a better hunter than she was. And they deemed her the best in the tribe. She smiled.
After that, he couldn’t stand still. Beaming with pride and joy, he sauntered back to the village.