27 June: Flash Fiction – Cherry Pickin’ Crows

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wheat field with broad sky and scattered clouds. Summer. Colours gold, white, grey blue and green

Day 27: Imagine you are a character in a wildlife-themed adventure novel. Describe the perilous situation you find yourself in and how you escape.

Cherry Pickin’ Crows

There’s no writing yourself out of this one. Think. And don’t panic. It doesn’t help. Nor does shouting. Your pipes will go hoarse.

I often talk to myself like this. I lost my voice once, and didn’t even realise until Mum asked me a question. I was all croaky sounding. You don’t need a voice when you’re doing all your talking inside your head.

I’m 6. I’d tell you my name, but your knowing it doesn’t change anything. I’m healthy, happy, and a bit short of 6-years in height, and I’ve walked into a field of tall wheat – forgetting to notice where I came from, well … I mean, I know where I came from – a little village with a deep-flowing…

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