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Short Story Category: 5 Minutes
The snow reflects moon-silver, softening the Norfolk landscape, and the wind carries scraps of carols on its wings. Tom shakes himself to clear snowflakes from his snood, his wattle flapping. Tom’s a bigger turkey than me. He teases me about my ‘superstitious nonsense’, but I have this nagging feeling. Two children walked past yesterday and one said, ‘Nearly Christmas.’ Whatever that means.
I sidle over to the hole in the fence, squeeze through and plop into the field, where the world is big and the white is deep. Giddy with excitement, I set off in big fluttery leaps.
After a while, snow is c-c-caked on my f-f-feathers and my legs are t-t-tired…
I wake up inside a metal box, where it’s really warm. I hear footsteps. One side of the box disappears and is replaced by a woman’s face. She looks me in the eye and then makes a horrid shrieking noise. I rush out and she suddenly lies down on the floor.
Outside, it feels colder than ever. The woman’s voice is shouting things like, ‘…told me it was dead…’ and ‘…going vegetarian…’
I find a cosy corner in the barn and wait for my feathers to grow back.
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