The story today has a given word of cover.
In the dark of the night, rain poured down, creating a perfect cover for what lurked in the shadows.
Josh pressed his back against the rocky cave wall, barely breathing. Somewhere in the darkness, a low growl rumbled, closer now. The ground trembled; he could feel it through his soaked boots.
A flash of lightning revealed the massive silhouette — a T-Rex, eyes glowing, teeth gleaming as it crept forward.
Josh knew his only chance was to stay hidden, hoping the night’s cover would shield him.
But then… it sniffed the air, turned, and let out an earth-shaking roar.
The imagery of the T-Rex is fierce. I fear poor Josh is about to become Josh Tartare.
I fear Josh is going to be a snack.