The Spine Mudgee

For three days and nights I’d played a game as old as time itself. Stalking my enemy through the native forest, I’d tried again and again to get a clear shot of the beast, but to no avail. On the morning of the third day the forest gave way to an open expanse of what some might call, lawn. Without the cover of the trees the evil demon had to make a choice, hide behind the plunge pool or make for the shed with the generator and solar batteries. I was ready for both. Time stood still, we stared at each other, neither wanting to break the spell and submit to the other. Just when I thought I could take no more the demon leapt. The shed! I sprang to my feet, but it was to no avail. Whatever evil animated the creature gave it such speed that I, a mere mortal, could not match it. Three days and nights in the middle of nowhere, isolated, thirsty and hungry. For what? My failure was complete. I sat on the railway sleeper bench, stared at the custom made fire pit and contemplated my next move.