She watched him when he was a fawn. Come summer, he grew spikes. A young buck. He was unafraid of her. He grew accustomed to her apples. He came to the porch and snatched the food from her hand. She grew to love him that winter. She was alone.
The next summer, he was a four-point buck. He came to the porch. She tried to make him go away, fearful he was too accustomed to people.
It’s been ten years. An old buck comes to the porch. He takes the apples. She knows by his eyes that it’s him.
*Thanks to Charli Mills and the Carrot Ranch for this prompt that is so very appropriate.
”Guy’s, isn’t is great to be out on our own today?”
”Jack, thanks for setting up this half-day in the balloon for us,” replied one of the guys.
Jack, Phil, and Carter were all good friends. They often worked twelve or fourteen hours a day. They barely had time to see their wives and kids. They had little time to see their friends. They talked frequently and recently, they had talked about how tired and stressed they all were. Jack decided to plan something fun for them. He needed time with his friends. He knew they all did.
Their half-day in the balloon was great. When they went for drinks afterward, the talk turned to their wives. They were also friends and they worked hard. Each one had a good job and they had the extra job of child care. The men were sensitive to that. They decided that they would plan a spa day for their wives and they would handle child care and the household for the day.
When the guys got home, they were more relaxed. They told their wives they were planning a spa day for them. That night, the three households were happy.
Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding
Thanks to Susan for taking over Sunday Photo Fiction!