Three Line Tales: Anonymous

For Sonya’s prompt.

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I can’t write your story, but it’s written in your eyes, the days of tracking, the fear, the fatigue and in the end, the men with spades.

They dig until they reach the heart and drag it out, still beating.

I have seen them, the cubs still blind, tossed in the waste from the cowshed, and whenever in the cool spring night, I hear a vixen call, I think of them, and all the others.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

28 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: Anonymous”

    1. I’m pleased 🙂 You’re lucky to have a forest for a backyard. Our population density is much greater than yours and the countryside is controlled by the farming/hunting mafia. Hard to get around them.

      1. Oh they do the same with badgers here. They don’t worry about them giving TB to cows. I think that theory has been debunked everywhere in the civilised world. The excuse here is that badgers eat chickens…

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