Kennedy Walsh
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The Book Buried Below
The large buck stands its ground, feet planted in the grass. All of my concentration is focused on the delicate creature staring back at me. My brows furrow as I squint my eye, waiting for the telescope on my rifle to focus. Behind me, my father slowly shifts his weight from one foot to the other, causing a branch to snap underneath him. The deer flinches at the sound and my body tightens as I begin to panic. The buck takes half of a step in my direction before swiftly darting away, back into the dark shadows of the trees.
By Kennedy Walsh3 years ago in Families