The Bear

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

I woke to the sound of fabric ripping. The sound of an angry bear accompanied the next slash. Evening light streamed through the opening. The front of the tent suddenly collapsed to the right. The sight of the huge animal filled that void. Suddenly it stood and the blood red eyes focused on the remains of the meal I had just finished.  I desperately tried to find the zipper on my sleeping bag. I realized I did not have time to escape. I quickly covered my head and slipped as far down as I could. The first blow was lethal.

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