Hospice As pellets of snow began to fall, a yearling doe limped from the brittling grass to the windbreak, unhurried. Soon after, a dark low-shouldered thing followed, somewhat canine and also — unhurried. Image: Jessica Fadel on Unsplash Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “Hospice” Add yours Magnificent writing! LikeLike Reply Thank you Scrunch. You are very kind. D LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.