When talons scratch the aluminum light pole, a clot of alarmed mallards skitters across the nearby pond. But Hawk focuses on the mammoth housing development blocking the skyline. Earth machines are stripping his meadow, releasing a feast of rodents and hares. No thanks. There’s already a lump in his throat.
Karin has published on thewritelaunch.com, fiftywordstories.com, and in The Antigonish Review. One of her short stories and a stage play were quarter-finalists in ScreenCraft’s 2023 international competitions. Born on a small Canadian island, Karin has lived/worked or travelled on every continent.
Love this take on man vs nature. Great ending!
Ruth, thank you! I saw this first-hand in Sacramento, 2003.
Right on! Read Cloud Cuckoo Land.
Sally, thank you!
It’s the feast before the famine, and only the hawk can see how this will end.
Ach, well said…
Love this Karin. Stunning.