Tunnel Vision
By Robert KIngston
Fred was a ferret that in my view belonged in the wild. That’s
not to say he wasn’t, six days a week he resided in a hutch in the garden.
One Saturday, having plucked up the courage to tag along for a
workday, I watched as, upon release, he weaved through the undergrowth to a
nearby warren.
Asked to watch the entry hole whilst my sibling tracked to one
beyond a mound, I stood ready to grab whatever surfaced.
last touch ...
a moon-shaped scar
on my thumb
Copyright
Robert Kingston
Nice little tale (also flash fiction).
ReplyDeleteHope the picture doesn't offend if it does I'll whip it off! But, it's the "Who me I didn't do it!" look on her face that say all...
Didn't they tell you Fred is female? Frederica Kingston eh?
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