Small Stone – 2nd Dec 2014

A solitary bird, a crow.
My dog, Golden Retriever.
Bird hops, jumps, comes near.
Dog sniffs, investigates.

She wants to play.
It doesn’t.
She barks.
It flies.

A solitary crow, sitting on a breakwater.

It’s the first time I’ve seen a bird actually deliberately bait her. As soon as she started barking, off it flew. But only to a breakwater, where it watched from a safe distance until we had passed.

NaNo+ continues, with over 1,000 words yesterday, taking our main characters closer to their destiny.



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