Flash Fiction:

I sweep my eyes through the concrete forest. I spot my prey. Nature is designed to be well matched, but I have the element of surprise. I break out of cover and accelerate towards my soon to be catch. I see a flicker of fear in its eyes and it turns to run, more in hope than expectation.  The chase has begun. Weaving in and out of obstacles I close in. my limbs are burning, lungs desperately sucking in air. I reach out to finally make contact with my catch. “Tag your on!” I joyously shout.

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