Guest Post by Ruva C
Featured Image is “Stalking Lioness” by Richard Schmidt
I lay on the ground face down..still as a log.. I felt the beast’s hot breath as it sniffed down my neck.
How I got myself into this situation only the Lord knows. The last thing I remembered was that I was at the edge of the lion’s cage. And now here I was pretending to be dead in the hopes that it would go to fresh meat. Little did I know that it could smell my blood moving through my veins…
What did you guys think as you read this? Did the writer help in painting a realistic image in your minds?