[This was just a spur of the moment thing. It’s quite silly really, but petroglyph convinced me to post it anyway…]

The crying wife & confused husband

I gasped and dashed towards the
abandoned lump in the middle of the field. I ran and ran, unable to think
clearly. I fell to my knees in a puddle of blood. For a brief second I thought
there was still a chance she was alive, but realized that there was no such
hope. All I could do now was try to identify the little girl. I started to cry
and cry. Who would do such a thing? My heart was pounding, my head burning. I
didn’t think I could ever stop the tears falling onto her mangled, lifeless
body. She was pale and yet beautiful. Her little mangled head still managed to look peaceful.
How could I break the news to her mother?

“Are you alright?” I hadn’t noticed
my husband coming towards me. He put his arms around me and let my tears soak
into his shoulder.

“She must have been separated from
her mother,” I swallowed after every word, hardly being able to talk through
the lump in my throat. What a horrible thought! She must have ran and ran and
 then…

“It’s okay, darling. Things like
this happen. And her mother has another.”

“No, you don’t understand. Imagine losing
one of our children, Richard!” I pushed him away and picked up the little body.
Her guts were showing and her woolen coat was torn. I headed to who I assumed was the mother, she was standing close by looking distressed. I felt so sorry for her as she
sniffed her little baby and my heart sank even lower as I thought of scratching yet another number out of the book.

“Come on, Helen,” I heard Richard
call, “that bloody sheep hasn’t got a clue what’s going on!”

I couldn’t leave, though, not untill
she had said a proper goodbye to her half-eaten lamb. The tears were still
rolling down my cheeks. May the fox burn forever!