I couldn’t describe the sound to you, and we never found out what made it, because our campsite was a ten-minute walk to the highway, and my arthritic foot had been acting up since Sunday.
Kay’s chair was in shade; mine in sun. The creature sounded its death rattle, and we turned our faces at the same time.
“Did you hear that?”
“Yes.”
“A bear?”
“I’d bet a cow crossing the highway.”
“Want to see?”
Kay knows that silence means no. We wait in the stillness that follows, should the animal have a cry left in its lungs.
About the Creator
Jennifer Ashley
🇨🇦 Canadian Storyteller
♾️ Metis Nation
🎓 UVic Alumni 2020
Writing published by Kingston Writers Press, Young Poets of Canada, Morning Rain Publishing, & the BC Metis Federation to teach Michif in Canadian schools.
✨YA Magical Realism✨
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Comments (3)
I couldn't stop reading. Your writing was really well done!
Ooh, I have little hairs standing up on my arms! A death rattle from a cow brings such vivid, almost grotesque imagery to mind. I felt like I was there in the story.
Wow! 😩👏