fawn's garden

the creek shutters along like a faulty conveyer belt, or maybe a flat tire. across the way, there is a fawn sleeping on a little patch of soft dirt. she is utterly exposed and entirely at ease.

what are you doing here? you shouldn't be here.

but it isn’t like you’re going to hurt her, right? if you want to stay a while, there’s a bench on the other side of the water that’s far enough away from the fawn that you can be sure you won’t disturb her.

sit down and close your eyes. the thrush of the creek is becoming unbearable...