It was a cool primal dawn on the farmer's field. Sunlight bore little through the winter cover and lifeless stalks. Hard boots broke the morning frost as the farmer stood over a large pond between him and the wilderness. Reeds stood out half buried in pack ice on the water. He was taking time to think, when he heard the small patter of hooves approaching from the forest. The permafrost birthed a graceful white deer, coming out of the wood on a morning stroll. Farmer and beast traded stares before parting ways to the sound of pleasant birdsong amid silence.
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Drummed up drabbles
Storie breviA challenge to see if I could pack a book's worth of story into only one hundred words. enjoy :)
