Tough
“You gotta be tough to farm,” he always said, but she was sure she saw tears in his eyes as he carried the stillborn alpaca away.
“You gotta be tough to farm,” he always said, but she was sure she saw tears in his eyes as he carried the stillborn alpaca away.
She stares into the sea. She spots a speck and hopes it’s him. They shake their heads and walk by. She’s been here for ten years now.
50 chicken eggs incubated. 48 chipped. 4 blonde, 10 brunette chicks hatched. 6 died first, then 6 more. 2 beat the odds. Named: Vim & Vigor.
Max wakes in his yard. Looks, cries. Barks desperately. They’re home – almost. Across the street at the neighbor’s without him. Selfless love.
I was firm. “They’ll be no more pets!” Until that grey flash of fur streaked cross the floor, curled up in my lap and made a liar out of me.