Eyes pointed straight at me

Straight as a finger as though they were damming me.

I felt cold shivers and a burning sensation rose high in my cheeks as I step each toe to the grown daring not to make a sound.

With each heels raise slightly in fear as though on hinges, my movements became steady. Like that of a lever on a piano. Intricate enough to think that I was a wild cat closing in on prey. Though it was quite the opposite. I was the prey.

I stifled a cry…

And saw a pair of pure emerald green eyes lurking at the corner of a bush.

My heart beat slowed as I realised this creature with long spindly arms was pointing. It was pointing at the direction to my next escape route.

My eyes gleamed with gratitude as a forged my way through the trees careful enough no to go near the creature.