Tuesday afternoon at Charlottetown's Victoria Park. Jane spies a flock of seagulls resting in an empty field. An urge, drawn from her memories of our days on the farm, stirs from deep inside her.
Seagulls are nearly the same size as chickens....
Jane loved chasing and picking up the chickens at the farm.....
Her eyes narrow with focused intent.
Jane: I'm going to pick up a seagull.
Alice gasps. She clutches her hands to her heart.
Alice: Oh! A seagull would be so soft!
1 comment:
It WOULD be soft!
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