Monday, March 17, 2014
100 Words a Day 579
The deer was too hot and forced to slow down. Its breathing was loud and haggard. Slowing to a walk, the deer looked around the forest, seeking some sign of its pursuer. It felt a sense of relief, sure that it had finally lost the predator this time. The lack of oxygen made its legs shaky as it continued through the forest. Suddenly, there was a loud crash behind the deer. Its ears perked up. It was the predator, on the deer’s trail again. The deer fled as fast as it could, but it was getting tired and overheating rapidly.