Vanishing World

Image copyright: Santoshwriter

Image copyright: Santoshwriter

He reached out for the snake tethered to the rock gripping it firmly behind the head; with the other hand he gently forced its fangs through the leather membrane covering the ostrich egg. Within seconds he had enough poison for his needs.

From the quiver he selected two arrows straight and true, discarding the rest. Slowly, deliberately, he rolled the point of each in the venom and set them aside to dry.

He checked his bow-string, pulling back gently, feeling the tension running through the precious wood.

Tomorrow he will fight the men with their diggers and their drills.


Written for Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge.

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18 Responses to Vanishing World

  1. MythRider says:

    Those guys are in a lot of trouble.

  2. Margaret says:

    I like his determination. Wonderful details about the venom gathering, and such a contrast in the end as we learn who it’s intended for.

  3. ansumani says:

    Would he have enough for all the drillers? Nicely done.

  4. Interesting story and build up to the reveal at the end.

  5. phylor says:

    I’m sure he is a good shot! Good story, too.

  6. Dear Patrick,

    The last line tells a the whole story. You’ve layered much between the lines. Nice one.



  7. Oh alas I think the world has too many diggers and drillers for this to work in the long run.

  8. This is lovely. We need more men like this in the world and fewer diggers and drillers.

  9. Taygibay says:

    Amazonia forever, well done!

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