Monday, May 30, 2022

The Company Picnic

 

The shadow of the hawk glided swiftly, effortlessly, and silently over branches, picnic tables and the volleyball net.  Nobody noticed, or if they did, they didn’t give it a second thought, until Lulu’s whimper seemed to be coming from overhead.


    (Not sure where I'm headed with this one yet).




 

 


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