On our secret stream, not dippers or kingfishers today but miraculously, a white egret, delicately probing reeds so close we stand transfixed.
LOOK, THERE’S A DUCK. A woman drags her child past us.
The flash and blur of feathers leaves me bereft.
No, not a duck, I say. A regret.
Viv Burgess says this actually happened and is still in mourning for the lost moment.
Loved this!You show the beauty, quiet, annoyance, and sadness.
I agree with Leslie–there is such a range of emotions expressed without pointing at them….I like your 50 word stories, very much!!
Thank you, Leslie and Todd. It is so encouraging to have people take time to comment. And saying such positive and kind things too.