Three Word Wednesday CLXXXII Brazen, Hunger, and Nuzzle
She cradled his warmth, gently nuzzling his fur. He had fought the hunger, trying to brazen it out, until it became too much and the moon called him. He tried to ignore the call of the smells coming from the barn, but the siren song of the tides and the smell of warm flesh pulled him like the ebb and flow of the waves. There was a gunshot and now she sat weeping, blood on her hands.
Wow. But did she pull the trigger? This feels like a love story between the lines.
Will there be more?
A powerful piece! At first soft but with a hint that all is not what it seems! Beautifully controlled!
Very strong writing, and tricky!
This so appeals to me in so many ways.
Very beautiful. Neatly done.
Yeah, nicely told!
Lovely and poetic. You did a lot with three words and four sentences.
reminds of that story about the boy who had to shot his dead of the was diseased, there is sorrow but the action was necessary, nicely done
That is quite a lot of story in such a short piece. Very well delivered throughout!
Thank you all – I loved the prompt words this week, Thom! Wish I’d had time to do more 🙂
there is nothing so powerful as the pull of the moon….
You might not have had much time, but you certainly painted a picture and told a story.
Love the title that went with your piece. Sensuous writing Dee.
Great intensity in just a few short lines!
trying to brazen it out…I like that phrase a lot. This was a sharp dagger to the heart. Very sharp.