100 Words - The Hunt


I finally lost my temper and started yelling at the hunters. I never saw the appeal of the hunt. If you want to kill something, kill it. Don’t make a sport of it. Barbarism in civility’s guise. Even if they were hunting for food, that would be better. Killing, just for the “fun” of it. That’s sick and wrong.

My speech fell on deaf and disinterested ears. They knew there was no recourse or authority opposing them. They were free to do what they want. They told me I only had 9 minutes left of my head start. I ran.