The hunter: you get kicks from their fear, enjoy asserting your masculinity.

Doe eyes lock with mine, mirroring my vulnerability, my defeat.

You raise your gun but I find the trigger first. I smell your blood on my fingers, on my soul.

Now she can run free, into the woods.

Vikki Gemmell lives in Renfrewshire, Scotland, and enjoys writing short stories, flash fiction, and novel-length pieces. Her work has appeared in The Puffin Review, The Bohemyth Literary Journal, FlashFlood Journals, Postcard Shorts, and the WordswithJAM anthology, An Earthless Melting Pot. She likes to blog about observations of life at throughthelookingglass-vikki.blogspot.com.