this morning #2143.

this morning, in a disturbing turn of events, he found himself hiding inside of a hunting blind down at the bottom of a ravine. other than the beating of his heart, it was hard to hear much of anything going on outside over the pounding of the rain. he started to pray. hoped that they hadn’t seen him make his way down here but he’d been fleeing too fast to look back. a minute passed. then another. nothing. maybe he’d lost them. maybe they gave up the chase. he sat up. peeked out. didn’t see any movement but still stayed put for the next hour as he kept checking, trying to devise a plan while also trying to muster up the courage to go back out there. knew that no matter what, they’d eventually find him. depleted. defeated.