Tom lay beside Ellie, welcoming the shade of her scarlet parasol. A crow landed on the clothesline, where a white sheet hung still as a photo. It didn't care about last night's drama, focused solely on the discarded pork sausage glistening on the patio slab.
The first day of real heat in Ireland and almost the longest day of the year; Tom was too beat to eat. The bird pecked and picked at the meat while Ellie read her book, missing the whole show. Maybe she was right.
Tom stretched out his ginger paw and closed his eyes.
The first day of real heat in Ireland and almost the longest day of the year; Tom was too beat to eat. The bird pecked and picked at the meat while Ellie read her book, missing the whole show. Maybe she was right.
Tom stretched out his ginger paw and closed his eyes.
