Weekly Writing Challenge #149

It started with a gentle rain, as above the valley dark clouds shrouded the high mountain peak. Soon, there would be a downpour, when the narrow path would yield to the torrent of scree and icy water from the cliff.

Then, he might have a last chance to shoot, before nightfall, before this small world sunk into darkness. That was if he could find his prey.

Photo: Dolomiten, ©2013 Honoré Dupuis