Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Eighty-Four

The dog was laying in a patch of sunlight, twitching slightly as he dreamed. If there was ever going to be a time to climb into the orchard and fill his pockets that time was now. He shinned up the nearest fence post and dropped lightly to the ground. The enchanter’s orchard was filled with the music of bees and birdsong, but the thief heard nothing except the prompting of his own greed.

Thief suddenly became aware of a deep rumbling growl.

But the dog was still asleep in the sun. Who was behind him?

He was never to know…

©️jj 2019

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