Stanley wasn’t sure how she ran past him. The sun had begun its killer stare and Stanley knew the end was near.
She stood near him. Enough for him to feel her breath. She was looking for someone bigger. A fierce competitor not someone the size of Stanley. She pictured large glistening teeth. Stanley bore a twig as a mouth and different stones for eyes.
She had heard of Stanley. She had been bred to believe that Stanley would envelop her in fear. Stanley stood his ground regardless of what came his way. She felt a wetness beneath her paws. She hated the snow. She hated Stanley.
He must not be far. She moved slowly.
Stanely was shrinking. Fast.
The sun was stronger and Stanley could not avoid his destiny. Not today.
This is Ephemeral.
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