In Silhouette

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 21, 2018

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In Silhouette

The world was just beginning to recover, in places at least. Almost a barren wasteland it had become, but nature had proved hard to defeat. Grass had begun to spring up, some bushes too. Trees that had looked almost dead began to sprout buds which opened up in to tiny leaves. Rain began to fall, not polluted drops that we had been forced to shelter from but pure clean water.

There was very little wild-life, but some species had been more capable of finding some kind of safe haven. Where there had been none, there were now birds. Not many, but some and their number was beginning to increase. Rabbits, too, and a few foxes. Some people used to look at these as pests, vermin to be eradicated. Not now, though. All the animals are precious.

Grandpa came in, moving swifter than I had seen him do for a long time. “Helen, put your boots on and come with me. Quietly, though.”

I pulled my worn boots on to my foot and shrugged on my jacket. Hot in the day, but the temperature dipped sharply in the evenings. “What is it, Grandpa?” I asked as I tried to keep up with his pace and to do so without making any noise.

A surprise,” was all he said.

We went quite a way and just as I was about to ask him how much further we had to go, he turned to me and raised his finger to his lips. Beckoning me to stand beside him, he turned me to face the top of the hill.

There were two of them, creatures like I had never seen outside of books. I recognized them instantly. Two deer in silhouette.


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