Friday Fictioneers – The Breakthrough

ff111213Dainty, bootless feet barely rustled a leaf; not a single twig was broken. The chanting Indian chief sat watching the skies, oblivious to any approaching threat.

As the stranger inched closer, the only sound to be heard was the snap and crackle of a blazing fire. Suddenly, a screeching figure leapt forward from the shadows. Squaws scattered; the startled chief tumbled from his stool.

The grey haired man’s eyes quickly conceded defeat to his assailant; a smile painting his weathered face.

This was the first time little Polikwaptiwa had been able to sneak up on her grandpa. She’d surely now proven to him that she had what it took to be a famous tracker.


These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. To save the inquisitive from a Google search, Polikwaptiwa is the Hopi Indian female name meaning ‘Butterfly sitting on a flower’

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