Thursday, 16 September 2010

deer caught in bedlights

Uncharacteristically, that night she turned her back on the bed where the inevitable would have happened. Doe-eyes tightly shut, she kept still till the bear had passed. For she knew well those thought dear in twilight could find themselves cold venison by morning, and she would not be anyone's regret.

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