White gives way to green. Cold to warmth. Life returns.

I feel invigorated. Hibernation is over. Fresh blood runs through veins.

Months since anyone came through. It’s been lonely recently.

I’m eager to entertain. Soon the tourists will return.

The young and adventurous. The healthy and vital.

The thrillseekers. I’m happy to oblige.

The highway will open again.

Final checks. Rooms cleaned. Fresh sheets. Walls painted.

Into the office. Hit the switch. Neon light.

Motel. Open. $12 a night.

Just like Daddy before me. Keeping the family business running.

The swamp no longer frozen. A watery grave once more.

The axe is sharp. It’s not needed for firewood anymore.

All is ready. Now I wait.

It’s hunting season.


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Copyright Ioniangraphics

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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60 thoughts on “HUNTING SEASON

  1. I really like the way your story plays out Iain – and I didn’t see that ending coming! Hunting season has taken on a different meaning here. A gruesome tale with an intriguing main character. I’ll avoid staying in motels from now on. Very well written.

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