VictorHolyO’s WeWrite Week 1 entry

A quiet settled into the cozy valley, occasionally broken by the chatter of birds. In a little campsite along the stream, Randy sat watching the flitterings of robins against the twilight hues that painted the sky. He could see a large swath of sky between the trees, and anxiously awaited the arrival of stars.

“Careful with that, Honey.” Randy looked over to see Debra grasp the pointy stick their daughter had been waving about.

She pulled the little girl onto her lap near the firepit, and showed her how to roast a marshmallow. The fire was small but still going strong after cooking their meal, and Randy delighted in the warm atmosphere.

A heavy crack from the darkening forest disturbed that. A silent unease grew within him when it sounded again.

My Part

This is my part:

“What is there in the woods, daddy?”

“Grab your little teddy bear and let’s head into the tent.”

“But I want to have a look at what it is,” little Debra says and scurries towards the source of the sound.

Randy panicked and froze like a deer seeing bright lights.

“What do I do?” This keeps echoing in Randy’s head.

His muscles clench, rolls himself into a ball and stays as still as he can. His breathing grows heavier and soon, he is in full panic mode.

Little Debra runs back with a little tiger cub in her arms.

“OH MY GOD!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?” Randy shouts from the ground.

“It’s a tiger cub daddy. It won’t bite.”

The lights go out on Randy.

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