The children bring it dead animals they find. July managed to knock out a squirrel with his slingshot. It sniffs and ignores the carcasses. They wonder what it eats in their absence. A thing that grows so quickly must eat. It’s neck is now as long as August’s arm, it’s tail as she is tall. They wonder about the wings it never opens. They wonder if it will fly away, why it doesn’t. They wonder if one day they will find their hideout empty, the floor littered with fragments of shell still gleaming dully in the smoky sun. They wonder, waiting.


~ by ifindthisamusing on June 28, 2008.

One Response to “Waiting”

  1. Gah, I love this. Best yet. :).


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