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Dust motes swirled in the moonlight. Ruslan waited for the beasts- breath hushed, hand steady, camera ready. The wind echoed his stillness. Multiplying pairs of gleaming eyes popped in the dark bush, by the waterhole that rippled gently. Leaves shuffled above in the cluster of acacia. Hesitant, he looked up slowly. A luminescent disk shone through a gap in the still foliage.


The eyes were only inches away from Ruslan’s when he looked down. Blood-red on a mane-less, grey face. The scream dopplered off as he was sucked up, right into the luminescent disk.

Somewhere far, a hyaena laughed.


A drabble.

©vaidehi patil 2012