Fiction- The weight of it all

Copyright- Sandra Crook

Dusk was falling as she drove through the narrow country road. She slowed to a halt as the red truck, laden with hay, approached from the other side.

He darted into its path, out of nowhere. The truck swerved to avoid him.

Patty watched in horror as the big monster tilted slowly, like a falling building crumbling to its foundations. He stood frozen, unable to move or scream. The bales of hay fell directly on him, submerging his tiny form.

Patty waited with dread. His wet nose poked out of the hay, his black tail wagging. She sighed in relief.


This has been written in response to the above Picture Prompt
for the Friday Fictioneers

 Word count: 100


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