8 May 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
"Quiet," Annika hissed, eyeing the apprentice poacher with dislike. She heard booming footsteps and clutched her rifle, recognising that familiar rush of exhilaration. And there it emerged, from the sunshine breaking through from the canopy above. She raised her rifle and prepared for the shot, but paused unexpectedly, staring. The beast had stopped at the sight of them, and in the magic of its surroundings radiated a majestic glow. Annika was unable to shoot, incapable of claiming the prize that would secure her family's future. That look in the beast's eyes, in the setting of such beauty; they had connected.