16. A Guard

Mini Skirts

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Jean Gregory  Evans

Franklin, North Carolina, United States

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US 2468101214
UK 681012141618
AUS 681012141618

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  • Repeated print front and back
  • Stretch waistband
  • Made with 88% Polyester, 12% Elastane
  • Play nice with your skirt and cool wash only

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© Jean Gregory Evans

This Is a Work of Fiction

16. Back at the home of the flock, a guard cast his eyes about looking for the last of the young ones to make her return. Robwhite, Barbrawhite and most the others had made it safely.. Each had found water and some had found fabulous food sites. That was the good news.

Cleowhite had delivered some bad news and everyone was saddened for the loss of their dear Dodwhite. Cleowhite had witnessed his appalling demise with her own disbelieving eyes. Dodwhite had been running to greet her, whistling his joyous call that let her know he had found water and foods.

Without warning, a big brown dog bounded from behind a bush and took Dodwhite into his monstrous jowls, slobbering and shaking his head hard from side to side. After his head stopped shaking and the dog stood there grinning with a bird in his mouth, poor Dodwhite’s head dangled back and forth, hanging long from his obviously lifeless body. His eyes stared off into nowhere. She heard a human call “Come on, boy!” and “Good dog, Duke! Good boy!” and Duke went running away, carrying poor lifeless Dodwhite with him. Gone just like that. Never to be seen again. “Oh, poor Dodwhite. Poor Dodwhite. Oh, poor Dodwhite”, Cleowhite mournfully called, sounding almost as sad a Mourning Dove.

The early birds had finished their morning chores and settled into their mid-day siestas. The sun was passing overhead. Everyone and everything (including the trees) stood or sat upon their own shadows as the afternoon arrived. The flock waited for their last missing member’s return. “She’d been gone too long.” That’s what they were all thinking. They all wondered if Lizawhite still lived and walked the earth.

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