The Torn Man

He felt surprisingly embarrassed when he stopped some metres off from where the chase began and stood hands on his knees panting like a starving panda thrown into the deep wilderness. How foolish was he to think, nay, to believe that whatever it called, magic or not, will effectively save him from the menacing growls of a hunger-struck Lion. Thanks to his fate, the lion was wounded, tired and bereft of any atom of energy and most importantly, will. If not, pray he's not the stubborn praying mantis the finds peace at the belly of the fowl.

Freedom is taking another meaning to Tom right now and no, it's not the freedom to believe, it is the freedom to live. "I must leave this forest now," a mental note forms of its own accord in his head. He took recognisance of it and off like the Willy hillbilly traditional cum primitive hunter he has become, he left the plateau and down the hilly slope he sled. Life is bubbling within him and…

"life is bubbling within me. " he halted. Sharp like a