Through the bushes
the call, filled with emotion
a distant scream, "DUCK!"

My reaction is late.
As my head whips around
my body dives
to avoid their aim.

It's too late.
I hear the gunshot
and my heart drops.

Dead silence.

a carcus lies next to me.

Someday

Someday, I'll tell a story either to my (someday) kids, or maybe just some bum on the street, or perhaps to a classroom filled of all ages. No matter who I tell, my story will be unique. Afterall, it will be mine. Fiction or not, it will teach a lesson, share a moral, and show its' audience who I am and how this story came to be. But, before that day comes I'll continue to live my life, enjoying friends, sharing moments, building experiences, overcoming obsticles, creating memories, and chasing dreams. So that, when that audience is ready to listen, my story will be ready to be heard.