Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Forty-Four

Reynard sat in the sun. It lit his fur and warmed him to his bones. He had almost everything a fox could need. Except a mate. He half closed his eyes and saw her against his eyelids as svelte, and smooth, and subtle as a snake.

When he heard the voice, he thought himself dreaming at first, but the  he realised it was a real happening and he looked to where the sound came from.

She sat about two feet from him basking in the same sunbeam that warmed him.

When the sun went in they walked the night together.

©jj 2019

Picture by the multi-talented Ian Bristow of Bristow Design

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