Hunted

In the early morning, I found my senses in a small bare clearing, skinned everywhere as if I had run in the surrounding jungle without realizing what I was doing, in the distance a hunting horn sounded

The hunt was on, I was not at my best, without clothes, without equipment, without weapons, without knowing where I was, I threw myself into a river, I would perhaps avoid the dogs, while progressing quickly with less effort.

for an hour I let myself be carried by the current it was so good I could forget my situation for a moment when the rapids became too dangerous and forced me to regain my feet on the bank.

the noise of engines on the river informed me that my pursuers had not given up on the contrary, I had to resume my escape into the jungle.