Hi,
Hope all
had a great weak. Today’s phrase flash fiction is kind of a cute one in my
opinion. Hope you all enjoy it.
Remember,
Let your
imagination soar as you read.
Julia
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Scene is un-edited and copyrighted
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My tail
swished, missing every leave or twig around. I wouldn’t give my location away.
I wouldn’t fail at my task. Today I would succeed. Today I would take the
leader of the High-Tail Jaguar Clan down. I will become what I’m meant to be.
“Going
to have to do better at keeping your thoughts to yourself, Johnathon.”
Shoot,
in my excitement of locating the perfect attack point I’d let him hear me. The
mind-to-mind link never ceased to frustrate me. Good thing it didn’t give him
my location.
“You
might as well come on out. I know you are around here, even if you did manage
to hide your scent from me.”
He might
know I’m nearby, but he had no idea I turned his own lesson on him. He will in
a minute or two. Soon as . . . There, he’s in the perfect spot.
I leapt
from the top of the pine tree I chose to hide in. My jaguar flowed through the
air, refusing to breath until contact with his prey was made. The impact
against the High-Tail leader’s back jarred my teeth, but I followed him down,
pinning his with my teeth. He struggled, but it was useless. I had the back of
his neck between my sharp teeth and my claws buried at the base of his spine.
One wrong twist and he would be dead. If this hadn’t been a real attack, I
would have already landed the blowing kill. For a training exercise I wouldn’t
take my prey out. Nor would I at any given time, unless my father turned into
some kind of monster, which would never happen. The man lived by the jaguar
code, do no unnecessary harm, protect and provide for those weaker and in need.
“Great
job, son.”
I back
my jaguar up and lowered myself to the ground and waited for the appeasing pat
that my father always gave me, even if I failed at taking him down. Most of the
time that was the case.
“You did
marvelous, care to share with me how you hide yourself so well.”
Was he
stupid? No way did another jaguar give away their battle techniques, not even
to their father.
His dad
chucked and ruffled the fur on the top of his jaguar head. “Next lesson will be
on shielding your thoughts from me.”
I let
the human part of me reclaim my mind and shifted. Popped my neck, taking away
some of the lingering stiffness from being crouched in the top of the small
tree. “Good idea, dad.”
“That it
is.” His dad tilted his head. “For you, not for me though.”
“Why
not?”
“Oh, my
son, you will know when you have a son for yourself.”
“Might
have a daughter.”
“I fear
for you if you do.”
“Why?”
“If
she’s like your mother . . .”
“See the
point.” I did. My mom was spitfire when she didn’t get her way.
“Speaking
of mother. She’s yanking on our mental connection wanting us home for supper.”
“Then
let’s not keep her waiting.”
“You
mean keep the food waiting.”
“Yes.
I’m starving. Took you forever to narrow in on my location.”
They
chuckled and made their way toward the pathway leading to their hut.
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