Missing

There was a rustle in the bush I creep out of the tent trying not to wake up Vi ; the torch in my left hand.
The sound got louder as I tiptoe. Silence. I scream, two yellow gleaming eyes staring directly at me.
Violet races out of the tent beside me horrified. Looking at us both takes Violet and runs off.
My feet beating on the ground trying to look for her. No use she was gone.

Written by May Simpson