The Hunter & The Tide

Listening just to hear, and too soon drawing near, a howl amidst the sky, the prey watchful and hunter sly, a drone humming or a passer-by, soon we will all know why. Tonight is the night we must decide, will we hang tight or will we ride? The stranger waited and in came the tide

The stranger fell straight into the sea, the wolf nearby laughed yet was shot near the tree. The hunter arrived, gun smoking with soot. He walked to the sea, ready to shoot. The stranger was drowning, life flashing past his eyes. A drone popped down a ladder, hearing his cries.

Then. . .everything went dark. The stranger coughed, getting all of the water out of his throat. The drone spoke "Stay here and lie low." It buzzed away, leaving him alone.

The footsteps were getting closer, the voices louder, I didn't know what to do, until the drone came back and whispered, "get ready, on my mark, crawl five steps, stand up, turn left and then run, you WILL hear gunfire, whatever you do, don't look back"

I followed the directions precisely, and they worked. In all the commotion no one saw me escape. I made my way home and now I lead a perfectly happy life. Except for the nightmares, but I don’t want to talk about that.