Aug 16, 2020
8 min read
Fiction
Freedom
by Bradley Tucker
The gazelle gazed out across the Savannah. Two long, dark horns stood atop its head in warning. Its ever-watchful eyes darted once more across the endless plains of grass before lowering its head to drink the floodwater. It was the end of the wet season and rapidly depleting waters made this a very dangerous time for the gazelle.
