OSCAR

And Oscar said never mind about the helicopter. He side stepped again, adjusting his footing, his pulse racing as it did. His interest peaked, and his head staring at the leopard. All around him a thick blanket of snow so everything was an unhealthy white colour the way snow couldn’t be anywhere else. Whitish yellowish thick snow everywhere behind and in front stretched out forever. Oscar felt fear, he was afraid. ‘What do you expect me to do…?’he said under his breath, ‘stick around?’ The cat was watching him correction watching his prey again, he had eaten, but something more suitable had come along. A man of his size would do as a tongue, it licked his teeth, a little too heavy. He bounced up to Oscar a bit more feet of snow and he’d go under like the rest. He licked his teeth. Ready Oscar to be taken by the cat. ‘A bear, I could handle.’ said Oscar. It was far too close. ‘Come on,’ he said nervously, ‘let me go.’ Oscar loaded his gun and shot him in the gut, a bullet or two was no matter for a cat that big. He was ready for anything. Oscar was no match for anyone. Oscar would shoot, but it wanted life. So it lived and he shot, what more could be said.