Wednesday, November 16, 2011
From "Dark Wear" by Tabitca Cope
Paul rubbed his eyes. It can’t be! He looked again.The large black cat, the size of an Alsatian dog, continued to stalk its prey. It registered Paul’s existence but had its eyes on a rabbit. Paul grabbed his phone and did his best to stop shaking and try to take a photo. The noise of the camera caused the cat to turn and snarl. Only then did Paul realise his predicament. He was in a field, a long way from help if he yelled, with no weapon, facing what looked like a black tiger. Should he run? No, it would chase him. Maybe he should just stand very still, like on the Jurassic Park movie and it might not see him. He prayed that would work. The cat turned back to look for its prey which had run off. It stalked through the hedge to the next field to follow it and was gone. Paul stood perfectly still for what seemed like an hour but turned out (when he later looked at his watch) to be less than five minutes. He realised he was holding his breath and breathed out a sigh of relief.