by Lynn Kozlowski
Every time I pass through this one suburban four-lane section, I recall a large deer that had been clipped by a car. He was sitting on his butt like a giant dog begging for food. Then, he struggled to three legs and limped into a small stand of trees. Whenever passing there I see again that stricken deer dragging a useless front leg. I think about it whenever I drive by the site and no time else. Each time I see the large harmless animal damaged painfully, moving off the road into the small island of scrub trees so clearly cut off from any significant forest.
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Lynn Kozlowski has published in 50-Word Stories, The Zodiac Review, The Dribble Drabble Review, Bright Flash Literary Review, Friday Flash Fiction, and The Malahat Review. He has a book of short fiction, Historical Markers (Ravenna Books). He is based in Buffalo, NY, but spends considerable time in Waterloo, Ontario.