I began to write about the pursuit of a significant other, but realized by the end that I was also writing solely about myself. This can mean whatever you want it to mean, really.
“Come pursue me,” says the deer, leaping from rock to craggy rock.
“The rocks are steep,” replies the hunter. ” I cannot jump as you can.”
“Then climb,” the deer replies, nibbling a spot on her foreleg. “I will move just slowly enough that you may catch me if you really try.”
“How can I climb this?” The hunter is appalled. “I was not made for this terrain! There is nothing I can hold on to!”
“You are smart,” whisps the deer, turning so her gaze burns into his. “You will find a way.”
“Forget this!” The hunter throws up his hands in an agony of frustration. “It’s impossible! I can’t do what you ask of me!”
“You can.” The deer’s gaze becomes stern. “I am worth fighting for, and I will not be so careless as to let you fall to your death.”
“What if you miss? What if you’re not fast enough to catch me?” The hunter’s gaze climbs the rock.
“Alright.” The deer jumps to the grass. “Chase me. Chase me, and you will be rewarded.”
And in the midst of the ensuing rush, the hunter does not realize–they’ve begun to climb the rock.
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