Blood Sport

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Joanna hated witnessing the doe-eyed trophies suspended inverted from a scaffold at the end of the harbor, their purple tongues pointing toward the bloodied ground. She hated watching fish with gaping gills flop to death on the bottom of her family’s boat. She loathed the mounted antlered head above the fireplace and the bearskin rug in front of the hearth.  Harpooned whales may have sustained her ancestors, but they haunted her dreams. Joanna understood the hunted heart. She didn’t see the point in hurting innocents and ached for the day when she’d no longer be her papa’s favored prey.

 

Written for Charli’s 99 word April 26 Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge:

April 26: Flash Fiction Challenge

 

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Nicole

Writing for my life; working for social justice; grateful for community.

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