“Let’s refill the firewood.” Pappy is hiding something between his legs. I am enamored by his salted smile and never bother to look. I hide a secret in my skirts: a biscuit with jam for the woodchuck under the floorboards.
A hand steadies me. The chuck is frozen at the treeline. My hand slips into fabric and pulls out crumbling biscuit. I extend it. The animal meets my eyes and approaches. Trust.
“That’s my girl.” I hear the click of Pappy’s rifle before I realize what is happening.
In the echo of gunshot, I hear Grammy sharpening the butcher knife.
Austin Shaw over 4 years ago
I really like this Drabble. I didn't see the ending coming but I love the simple imagery you use. The last line is PERFECT. Well done.