February 2016
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a work in progress.
His tiny frame unfolded as he struggled to stand on quivering, equid hocks. Drips and glops of decorticated sludge stained the hay and stained the air with the scent of blood and honey. And then those two magnificent appendages began to unfold from his wet, sticky back like a butterfly escaping its chrysalis. Is this normal, for him anyway? What are new wings supposed to look like? What will the veterinarian say? What will the church say? What will Papa say?
intriguing! Now I’m wondering what he is!
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Me too! 🙂
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