Good morning one and all. This is a morning for coffee. I can smell it brewing and soon a cup shall be mine. But before then, let’s take down the morning’s prompt. Are you with me? Good, set those timers and let’s get to it then.
Oh, this one turned out better than I expected. I’m kind of interested. Perhaps later when the day slows down a bit I’ll give this one some more thought.
Wednesday, February 23rd: There were soft rustlings in the undergrowth.
There were soft rustlings in the undergrowth. Kevin froze to the spot. He shifted his eyes and saw the fox slowly emerge from the shrubbery.
“This is not the place you want to be,” he said. The fox froze and crouched low to the ground. Kevin sighed. For some reason wild animals didn’t seem to mind his presence as much as they did others. They froze when they realized he was human and in their area, but they always seemed more curious about him than afraid.
“I’m serious Mr. Fox,” Kevin continued, hoping the animal would realize the danger and get away quick. “Some brainless bit decided we needed a fox hunt. Not sure why exactly. We aren’t in England and certainly none of that lot are what you’d call aristocratic by birth. Although I suppose they have enough money they could have bought a title by now. “ He shook his head clearing the distractions and the fox cocked his head as though listening to Kevin’s words. “Trust me, a fox hunt doesn’t end well for the fox.”
The fox bobbed his head almost acknowledging Kevin’s words and then slipped back into the under growth. A second later, even the swaying leaves stilled. Kevin hoped he was far away by the time the others reached this area.
“Stupid thing a fox hunt,” Kevin said to himself.
“Talking to yourself there?” he heard from behind. Kevin jumped and looked behind him. ‘It would be Freddie,’ he thought.
“Just trying to do my part to scare up a fox.” He said. ‘No point in telling him I was actually trying to scare the fox away.’
“Sounded like you didn’t approve?” Freddie swaggered into the clearing where Kevin stood.
“I don’t,” he said simply.
“”You couldn’t ever understand,” Freddie sneered. Kevin shrugged. An argument regarding animal rights was pointless. Freddie didn’t believe other humans should have rights until they had at least twelve million in the bank. Kevin was fairly certain that if he could hunt people on a lower socio economic rung then him without getting into trouble he would.
‘I’m not actually sure he hasn’t.’ Kevin thought. There was something about Freddie. If someone told him Freddie hunted people for sport, he would believe it. It…suited Freddie. Kevin knew he was relatively safe at the moment with Freddie though. At the moment he was useful. Kevin planned to extricate himself from Freddie’s sphere before he ceased to become useful. The horns sounded in the background letting them both know the rest of the hunting party wasn’t that far behind. They were somewhat off to the left.
“I didn’t see anything in this area and our presence probably spooked anything here. Don’t talk unless necessary,” Freddie warned him. Kevin nodded and they both moved off. To Kevin’s relief Freddie chose to move in the opposite direction from the fox.
Ten til Midnight 