The track 100 word challenge By James
The track was quiet ; it always was. The track lay down. It never made a sound, never made a movement, never did a thing. It wasn’t easy being a bear in Alaska, especially when your best friends are salmon and well your diet doesn’t exactly do their kind a favour.
Besides back to the storey, I stood there staring, my eyes transfixed.
A great 4-by-4 vehicle thundering up the track, music booming from its speakers. I climbed away, my furry coat soggy from the marsh.
Bang. The woods exploded around me. The vehicle sped of behind me.
I scampered away.