by Nick Matsas
The deer stand against a pink-and-blue sky that staccatos between the clouds like water in rice fields, atop a dark green hill that retains its color regardless of the sun. Another inch forward, and a twig snaps. The doe is gone. They are prey and never forget it. A fawn looks for its mother. A fawn is seen through a viewfinder.
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Nick Matsas is a published author and plumber. His work can be found in 3elemental Review, Beyond Words Magazine, and Aquarium Drunkard. His plumbing can be found in hospitals, assisted living facilities, and convention centers. He was born in Chicago and lives in Los Angeles.