hunting in the park

Fingers raking through sun-lightened curls, Callon eyed the woman leaning casually against the side of his world-weary Airstream. Her hair was cropped as short as Callon’s own, and slicked back from sharp green eyes with a mix of rainwater and attitude. She looked about as friendly as the feral cat that’d taken up residence beneath his trailer.

“Rather inappropriate for hunting,” she said, cocking a finger at the plastic Target bag hanging heavy from his arm.

Callon grinned, hefting the hidden crossbow. “Less conspicuous. So…you found where I live.”

“I just looked for the shittiest trailer park.”

(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: live, inappropriate, target)

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storyteller, artist, & fervent mountain roamer. find my collection of flash fiction, Unusual Diction, at Amazon.com.

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