For some reason, this hasn't been published before. Well it has now. Enjoy.
Prey
He
froze. There was an instant, a fleeting moment of recognition that seemed to
unravel; expand across the centuries, as the face slowly turned and two eyes
transfixed. Captured in their glaze.
He
ran. Bounded across the beach. Tiny eruptions kicking. Sand bombs with each
stride he took. Soles stamping. Imprinting. The other was on his heels. After
him. Shit! Fear lent fresh haste. Escape
seemed futile. Impossible. Unless! He
wheeled right. Made for the strait.
His
pace slowed as one leg sank to the thigh. He struggled to lift his knees, but
already was waist deep. Salt water gluing denim to skin. A splash to herald the
rival’s entry into the arena. Panic overwhelmed. He could almost feel the
others breath at the nape of his neck. He flailed wildly. A wounded animal in
its death throes. A single vein thumped at the temple.
Abruptly,
the channel shallowed. Yes! He emerged. One
foot hit the bank. Squelched. He could see the horizon. Escape. He’d survived
to the other side.
A
hand seized his shoulder, unseen. He span and toppled, as the other’s bulk came
crashing down. Fell on top of him.
Silence.
The
seconds passed like years.
Still, he lay there.
Supine and sodden.
Heart
pounding.
Crushed.
Wheezing from the exertion.
The other raised himself to his
knees. Fixed him with a wicked grin.
"You're it." And they burst into fits.
Get it done.
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