The river boils brown after weeks of rain. Little bullocks nose at its edge. A whisker away from death, they munch contentedly. Oblivious.
The river boils brown after weeks of rain. Little bullocks nose at its edge. A whisker away from death, they munch contentedly. Oblivious.
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I really like this story. It is complete and gives the reader a sense of peace even with the oncoming doom. This is the world for all but humans.
This mini flash held my attention and made me want more.