Friday, March 20, 2009

The Power of Belief


Lucy tucked the baby monitor into her backpack and shrugged into her camouflage jacket. Picking up her competition-grade recurve bow and a double sheaf of hunting arrows, she headed outside, waving to Julie as she crossed the stableyard toward the woods. She whistled softly to herself as she trod familiar paths, her volume dropping as she approached the boundary of the goblin lands. She set one end of the wireless monitor just inside their territory then retreated a hundred yards, settling into the shadows and nocking an arrow to the string. Her father didn’t believe in goblins but she’d prove him wrong. Lucy raised the bow, ready to draw and fire, and spoke into her end of the monitor.

4 comments:

aims said...

Gosh she's a smart one!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Smarted still would have been to set snares, though.

stephanie said...

Still love this one. She is my kind of girl. ;)

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Steph. Foolish, is what Lucy is.