By Paula Edwards
Why can’t she learn to walk on a leash?
He powered his way up the stony trail while she lagged behind, sniffing flowers or staring at the lake. The fox watched them contemptuously from the ridge. He tried to drag her forward, but she stumbled. She was useless in a hunt.
No matter. There was a spot ahead where he could trip her up and make her drop her end. Then he’d be free to hunt alone.
Even with her poor eyesight, weak sense of smell and two legs, she’d manage to get home alright.
He’d meet her there at sunset.
Excellent. A visually packed 101 word lesson on perspective.
Thanks. Working with the Flash Fiction editors has made all the difference in this piece.
This made me laugh – how often they have to wait for us! 🙂
So true.
Beautiful
I love this so much!
Great. So much fun
Very clever!
This is super cool! I loved it!
I think I am getting a different impression from your story than others are, but that’s one of the things that is cool about it. I enjoyed it and thought you used the title well.
Love it.
Sorry to differ, but I found this story- well written – baffling.
Great piece, Paula. I enjoyed it. Thanks!
I read and re-read the story. Really a poem. Many meanings. Trust?
Enjoyed your efforts. This can be followed easily, even without a need to spell out who the players are. Lee
Interesting! I like the concept.