(prompt from The Write Practice (thewritepractice.com) on using a cliche in an unusual way. I chose the "one shot left" idea that turns up in so many movies, with a twist)
There were two of them, and I had only one shot left. She
was about 100 feet away, a little to my left. He was off to my right about the
same distance. If either of them spotted me, I could be in trouble. At least
they were upwind and facing away from me, less likely to hear me creeping
closer. I decided to go after him since he was the bigger challenge. Still had
to keep an eye on her, though, in case she doubled back and sounded the alarm
after spotting me.
The afternoon was getting late, but there was still enough
time to get this done before they could slip away in the dusk. The sun was
behind me as I faced east. Easier for me to see them, blinding for them if they
looked my way.
They moved up the slope a little further. I walked in a
crouch up to the next tree, trying to keep them in view while not stepping on
noise makers. They moved up again and she disappeared over the crest of the
hill. The shot would soon be ideal, so I sneaked up to the next tree. Wouldn’t
get better than this today.
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