Fragile Lives

55 Fiction

Using stealth, the predator hid in stillness, waiting for the quarry to drift by.

Oblivious to the looming threat, the chickens clucked all over the yard.

The predator lunged forward and with a sweeping motion grabbed a chicken, impaling it with sharp teeth.

Yesterday, the predator was driven to its grave by the speeding truck.

Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 3 Prompt โ€“ Fragile Lives