Short Story: Like Ducklings

The bird walked away. She followed right behind. Like ducklings. The mother duck went first, and the baby ducklings followed after.

The bird turned this way and that. She followed, little arms stretched out, a little closer with every step.

Then the bird suddenly flapped its wings and flew away. She dashed after it, only to trip on her face.

Shock, then pain, then tears.

She picked herself up and ran to her parents, who wouldn’t run away from her and hurt her.

“Oh dear. Come on. Let’s wash that off.”

Still sniffling, she huddled in her father’s arms as he washed the blood off her scrapes. He let her sit on his lap, and she was content to stay curled against him.

Until a crab scuttled by. Then she was back on her feet, chasing.

~End~

Genre: slice of life

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Posted on February 11, 2019, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. This story got such great meaningšŸ‘

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