Silent screaming

Monday morning, after a weekend of carnage, the retired men with white vans, too much time on their hands and too little imagination and sensitivity are still blazing away at inoffensive creatures that are infinitely more useful and beautiful than they are.

For the OctPoWriMo prompt.

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knots tighten

taut

twanging like bowstring

the report of a gun

not placid

as the eyes embedded in wood

fiercely blind

clench-fisted against the ungraspable.

Knots bind

hands flail

unbound but helpless

in the face of flying bullets

and the brutish blackness

beneath the skull

of the hidden hunter.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

26 thoughts on “Silent screaming”

      1. We should give them laser guns, and put them into a closed nursery. I remember the advertising for the “Le Tartare” cheese. Seems the old French men are not as peaceful as shown there. Lol

      2. It’s only a minority, a very small one, but they zip around in their little vans with their dogs in the back, and it feels as though there’s a whole army of them.

    1. Thank you! That is exactly my feeling. These people aren’t even killing anything edible most of the time. They kill anything, foxes, weasels, martens, badgers, songbirds. And yes, there is far too much meat in the store, too much inhumanely raised and butchered meat, cut price, dead cheap. Life has such a low price tag—no excuse.

    1. I don’t think there is. They won’t be happy until they’ve killed everything. As it is they’re raising wild animals in cages to release and shoot because there aren’t enough wild bred animals to supply their bloodthirsty demand!

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