This is my entry for the Monday’s Finish the Story (MFTS) challenge. Here’s the photo provided for which I’ve written a flash fiction piece (122 words). Enjoy, but beware — it’s a little sad. See you all next Monday.
She was unaware that she was being watched.
Tall and proud, she stood.
She stared across the valley, watching her young strike out on their own for the first time. She could only hope she had taught them well and that they’d survive. She did her best. Winter would be rough, but if they were patient and scouted the right places, they would find food.
Their greatest hazards were those they wouldn’t know until it was too late: the loop of a snare or a bullet whizzing silently through the trees.
She taught them to use their instincts, to watch, to listen.
In a year or two, they too will do this very thing.
But, she will watch no longer.