It’s been a quiet week around the osprey nest. They’re hunkered down and sitting on the eggs. It’s a good week to share another one of our locals. I ran into this youngster out behind the log decks. I can never guess what animals I may bump into around the mill. Wildlife will exploit habitat wherever they find it.
If you like opossums and you want a great children’s book about an opossum I highly recommend Oh No! Baby-O. Written and illustrated by Mary A Livingston.
Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge-Week of March 14, 2017
Photo prompt by me, Tim Livingston, The Forester Artist.
Bobby’s fist pounded against the metal above him. “LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT”, he yelled at the top of his lungs. His words were drowned out by to roar of the engine. Light filtered through the seams. After some time, the ride became rougher and dust began seeping into the trunk. He coughed and pounded against the metal.
The car, his car, finally began slowing. He heard branches scraping the sides, and with a loud thud it stopped. There was nothing but silence, and the smell of dust and hot brakes.
The creaking of a door snapped him back into the moment. He pounded frantically, “Come on, you had you’re big laugh, OPEN UP, OPEN UP!” A door slammed shut and a cold voice replied, “That was my baby sister, ya jerk.” “I’M SORRY, I’M SO SORRY”, Bobby cried.
Moments later, another car motor started, and then quickly faded away. Bobby lay in dark trunk whimpering.