By Nicole Brogdon
On Galveston Island, Mother held baby Lily’s hand, watching the red coyote standing in the last brushy field before the ocean. The coyote stared, bottle-brush tail up, her ginger pup raising its long ears. How did coyotes settle on the island? Lily learned to walk in that field last month, playing follow-the-leader with Mother, weaving through shrub-land before sand and sea.
At night, armed with fierce love and teeth, coyotes loped into their backyard, chewing fallen pomegranates, splashing in the plastic kiddie pool. Through a curtain, Mother spied the coyotes grilling rabbits on the patio and feeding chunks to their pups.
Love the surreal turn at the end. Beautiful line: “armed with fierce love and teeth.” Goosebumps.
Beautiful colours of red, ginger, pomegranates. The ‘fierce love’ of mother/child and coyotes. The surreal twist. Fantastic.
A beautifully told story, especially love this ending… surreal and unexpected!
A subdued but gripping story with fairy tale overtones. Love it
Love it. To fill such imagery in only a few words. Brill.
Lovely prose. Interesting imagery. The ending made me smile and ponder. Well done!
Beautiful imagery