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Hunted


It happens every night, just as the neighbors have turned off their front porch light and stamped out their final cigarette— the howling of coyotes. I must admit the sounds send shivers through my nerves and I can’t help but feel hunted, vulnerable and exposed, although already entombed behind glass windows and brick walls. I am afraid. The pack talks, coordinates their approach, and I am lost and alone, crouched over my dinner like a deer lapping from a river, intensely aware of the approaching storm, but too terrified to move.

 

John Bogdal is a recent graduate of the University of the South where he earned his BA in English. Originally from Memphis, he now lives in Nashville, TN where he works for a local publishing house and plays guitar in a funk and soul band.

#night #howling #storm #terrified

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