grizzly63
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You shot him in the back!The air was crispy that morning, as I sipped my coffee, I had no inkling that in mere moments events would unfold that would sear that day into my mind forever.
My brave companion Gus was lapping up his puppachino, my daughter engrossed in her cheesy eggs, out of the corner of my eye I saw him.
Every bit of 13lbs his black mane glistened in the morning sun, his teeth gleamed.
The foul beast approached from the East, wind in his face, clearly stalking us as we broke our repose.
If not for the walls of our home I’m sure we would have been meeting our maker on the other side.
Reflexes like a middle aged dad before the caffeine took effect, I mostly adroitly grabbed my bow from the wall. I secured the shaft of faux wood to the string and lumbered to the back door.
The monster towered in our tomato planter. His nose in the air catching the scent of his prey, he locked eyes with me. In that glassy sphere I glimpsed such hate and fury that I shutter at the recollection.
Arrow to its anchor point, I drew back, in my mind a single phrase “keep hammering”.
As if channeling odyssey himself protecting Ithaca I sent the shaft.
In slow motion the arrow slid through my fingers, the broadhead searching for its home.
THWACK.
It was buried deep, the Charybdis like maw smacked and gnashed.
It fell.
A single drop of sweat dripped from my brow.
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