The Hunter

Photo by Олег Жилко on Unsplash

He stood over the doe. He hadn’t realised it was pregnant until the baby had come ambling towards him. It was an ungainly, wobbly little thing. It would need care and love. Protection. It looked at him, at its dead mother.

He didn’t hesitate. He knew what he had to do. He shot it then and there.

As he piled the bodies into his truck, he noticed a sign on the lamp post.

Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre

                                Open 24 hours

It was half a kilometre from his house.

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