Everything black

I noticed her as soon as we crossed the road. A black spot in the middle of the asphalt. I turned my bike around and went up the street, shouting to dadolf to wait. It turned out to be a hit-and-run… a mature coot. She must have been crossing the street to get to or from the ditch near here. I get a bag to wrap her in, but she still falls apart in my hands. I carry her to the trees and lay her down under the willow. Close to the water.






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