Signs

He awoke to the morning sun making it difficult to determine if what he saw before him was what he thought it was.

Rubbing his eyes, he focused hard on the vision of a rare white stag only a couple of yards away.

The moment seemed to linger on in the quiet but abruptly ended when the stag bolted, and he was left alone to consider the meaning of this omen.

photo-1430915860098-2e303ffb8276
– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 35. Photo prompt by Rebecca Johnston. WC 71.

Advertisements

Author: LearaWrites

I am a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer, not necessarily in that order. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

1 thought on “Signs”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s