Gates release hundreds of sheep running into open grass. With one eye down the rib of a shot gun a farmer takes aim and fires. again and again sheep fall before they make it into the woods. a pair of ravens take flight. I squeeze my little sister’s hand. “Isn’t it sad?” She asks. I watch the soft part of the back of the farmer’s head with close intent. stopwatch “tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick” rings in my ears. Then nothing but the slow sludge of my heartbeat. Thu-thump. Thu-thump. “Hmm….it is. But that’s life."
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