The Fawn and the Turtles (2)


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

Struggling with a new sense of purpose, Tam struggled to attain a precarious upright stance. She had no notion if she could talk with them, and she had no voice to use now. She doubted she could even communicate with the tiny turtles. Instead, she took a good look. She tried to meet the mother's eyes but had no idea if there was a glimmer of recognition or understanding. The babies were already trying to mount the steep rise to their target, but their shells were slick as a sled and they kept sliding back down to the base. It was sad to see their toil and if there was any intelligence in them, they must be feeling frustrated.

Fighting against the urge to shudder and tremble from cold and fatigue, Tam nudged the lowermost child upward. Its tiny flippers seemed to flail as if it were still moving on its own. There were a few mishaps, but soon the baby turtle reached the summit. it was the work of five more minutes to get all the family up there, the mother last of all. Weary, Tam lay down, breathless but glad.

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Mighty-Joe Young LOA

Mighty-Joe Young LOA

Ok i feel a little triumph this better not be sad.

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