Thursday Trauma: Revenge

This is also posted at Delores' site, Under the Porch Light.  I had so much fun with it that I decided I would put it up here as well.  Please please go to that site to see what some great writers create!!!

“Griz” lit the stacked logs, then stepped back to enjoy the blaze in the fireplace.  His old cabin glowed in the light, and Griz inhaled the scent of spruce. Ah, the memories this place holds.

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Griz gazed around at the walls laden with his collection of antlers.  The glass eyes of dead bucks reflected a sense of anger. You bastard.

There was a knock at the door and Griz wondered who would be out at this time of night.  He swung open the door and his jaw dropped.  

There, in the moonlight, stood a massive gathering of bucks.  In the lead was the biggest buck Griz had ever seen. 

It stood on its hind legs, and it held a bully club in one front hoof, slapping it onto the other hoof.

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“Griz, we’ve come for revenge.”  And with that, the deer charged into the cabin. 

Crashes and screams lasted a few minutes.  Then all was quiet.

**I grew up in a county noted for deer hunting.  Even sports celebrities flew in to hunt there.