I won the Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge with the below entry . Rules are to write within 250 words and its called Flash Fiction. There is a picture prompt and you need to write around it.
http://www.indiesunlimited.com/2017/02/04/sorabh-saxena-wins-flash-fiction-challenge-2/
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Double Date
by Sorabh Saxena
“Biologists say they have a peripheral vision range somewhere between 250 to 270 degrees, to scan for predator movement at or just below the horizon,” rattled Jane, smiling and peering into her reliable Vortex Viper.
Derek mumbled, “Eh..” and kept looking through his camera.
Jane was super excited for her break into the big league. She was down today at the Kenya’s Masai Mara National Reserve with National Geographic: a far cry from the state newspaper back in Huntsville, Alabama.
“Do you think they can see us?” asked Derek.
“Deer see five times better than we do,” she replied nonchalantly.
Derek and Jane were lying supine like a bunch of snipers. Jane had charted the track of a wild cat across the grasslands into a water reservoir for a week. They were expecting a crossing today.
Jane zoomed in with her Viper and noticed the buck.
“The fawns are busy grazing, but the buck is looking in our direction. He is bobbing his head and moving it side to side. They do that when they are trying to make a 3D image of a predator,” said Jane, in a now hushed and concerned voice.
“No way in hell they can make us out!” exclaimed Derek.
“Exactly … they have not,” said Jane nervously. Derek could see the fear in her eyes.
“They made out their predator! It’s only that they are not the Prey…”
A slow, deep growl came from just a few feet away.
http://www.indiesunlimited.com/2017/02/04/sorabh-saxena-wins-flash-fiction-challenge-2/
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Double Date
by Sorabh Saxena
“Biologists say they have a peripheral vision range somewhere between 250 to 270 degrees, to scan for predator movement at or just below the horizon,” rattled Jane, smiling and peering into her reliable Vortex Viper.
Derek mumbled, “Eh..” and kept looking through his camera.
Jane was super excited for her break into the big league. She was down today at the Kenya’s Masai Mara National Reserve with National Geographic: a far cry from the state newspaper back in Huntsville, Alabama.
“Do you think they can see us?” asked Derek.
“Deer see five times better than we do,” she replied nonchalantly.
Derek and Jane were lying supine like a bunch of snipers. Jane had charted the track of a wild cat across the grasslands into a water reservoir for a week. They were expecting a crossing today.
Jane zoomed in with her Viper and noticed the buck.
“The fawns are busy grazing, but the buck is looking in our direction. He is bobbing his head and moving it side to side. They do that when they are trying to make a 3D image of a predator,” said Jane, in a now hushed and concerned voice.
“No way in hell they can make us out!” exclaimed Derek.
“Exactly … they have not,” said Jane nervously. Derek could see the fear in her eyes.
“They made out their predator! It’s only that they are not the Prey…”
A slow, deep growl came from just a few feet away.
