The Deer : Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner

The Deer

You lookin’ at me?” Paul challenged.

“No, I’m fascinated by the Deer Head Trophy on the wall over there,” I replied.

“Why?” he challenged.

“Well this is no Stately Home, Bro. What the hell is it doin’ there?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Surprise me!” I added drily.

“I won it in a raffle, and it was either throw it in the bin or, stick it up there on the wall.”

“It’s weird, you’d think it was laughing at us.”

Paul chuckled, went over to the Deer Head and pressed on it’s little black nose.

From the depths of the stuffed head, a tinny song emerged.

Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun ….

“Aw goddammit Paul, that just cringeworthy!”

“Wait until you hear it sing Rudolph!”

This is my entry to this weeks Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner (FFftPP).

Please do ‘head‘ over to read the other entries and why not add yours. It’s fun!

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