Write about: the creature in the woods.
Harvested for a bakery and a (last minute) restaurant order this morning before making the deliveries and running a few errands this afternoon. It was quite chilly out there, especially when the wind was blowing.
You'd think it was fall or something.
I know it's out there.
There are no snapping twigs, no rustle of fur against tree trunks. It is not so foolish as to allow me to hear it breathing. Shadows and silence, that is all I see and hear.
But I know it's out there. Waiting. Watching.
It thinks it is hunting me, stalking my every move. Noting habits and patterns. Forcing itself to be patient, to stay hidden until the moment to strike arrives. To ignore the hunger clawing at its belly. Conserving its strength for the final attack.
It thinks it knows me.
We shall see about that. Soon enough, we shall see.