This is my entry to ZapFic50 Friday.
Late afternoon, the antelope were on their way down to the river, thirsty and driven. The African heat had been cruel.
Starvation. The pinnacle would be the last breath of his prey. Waiting, timing was everything.
The lion leaped out undetected from behind the thicket. He was spared another day.
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