Friday 27 July 2018

FFF: The Not So Mighty Hunter


Today, we're taking part in YAM-Aunty's Final Friday Fiction (FFF). Our inspiration this month comes from words and phrases on page 87 of whodunnit 'Another One Goes Tonight' by Peter Lovesey.

Line 8: way up the hillside towards the street
Line 12: to our lads and questioned. But while Bellerby was waiting
Line 16: quote Bellerby exactly - and this could be crucial to what

Once again, you might recognise that today's so-called 'fiction' contains distinctly autobiographical elements!

Disappointment 

The heather hides the tensely muscled terrier stance,
The giveaways, the high white tail,
And then the fuzzy little face,
With black nose pointing skywards, twitching.

Domestication, training, human bonds,
The comfy fireside bed, forgotten in a flash.
A dog scents prey, wolf-memories emerge
And blood-lust fuelled, he's halfway up the hillside.

While the human, too late, spots the herd of deer.
She calls his name. But what's a name,
To a once-wolf?

The deer head ever higher,
And scatter among the rocky crags.

The dog disappears from view.

The human, knowing she cannot follow,
While waiting wonders if this could be
The final outing with her beloved companion.
Who is in his mind a hunter.
But in reality lacks stealth, endurance, balance.
And the instinct to recall
The route back to the trail.

Who might fall from a high cliff,
Or stumble while drunk on dreams of a glorious kill,
And injured, be lost to the unforgiving wilderness.

It seems an age,
But then she spots him, bedraggled, sheepish,
Trotting towards her, tail now limp,
And in that moment, mixed with her relief,
She feels the weight of his disappointment.

The End 


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11 comments:

  1. I's barked some deers before, but dat are bout it.

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  2. we love that!!! and the mama has the same thoughts and worries when we smell or see a deer... oh deer huh?

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  3. Oh deer for sure. But mostly bunny rabbits

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  4. Hari OM
    BOL... oh Bertie, Gail has never furgotten that little sojourn of yours has she?! Mind you, it worked wonderurly well fur this FFF offering - she's done you proud, lad!!! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

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    1. It occurred to me this morning that all I had to do was change the ending such that the dog successfully hunted down his prey and that would have been true fiction! Cheers, Gail.

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  5. OMD, what a thrilling story!! That human is sure a grump, isn't she? I felt like a wolf myself reading this!

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  6. Bravo bravo my WFT Bertie...OMCs the opening lines"The heather hides the tensely muscled terrier stance,The giveaways, the high white tail," drew me in hook line and sinker. OMCS you know I get all agog over your WFT tail.
    Give your assistant a high five from mom and a nose tap from me.
    Hugs madi your bfff

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  7. We know this is totally fiction cause in real life we are SURE you caught a deer!!
    xoxo,
    Rosy, Arty & Jakey

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  8. What an exciting tale!!! We were so hoping that the trusted dog would return home successful. But at least returning is a success in itself. Very well-written and told.

    Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber

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  9. Oh my goodness we loved this!!
    hugs
    Hazel & Mabel

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  10. Dear Bertie,

    That is a sad story. Ojo caught a mouse. That is a much happier hunting story. Maybe a poem about that instead?

    Licks,
    Cobi

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