This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
The woman paused to look at the scarecrow. It seemed to her like a strange place to put a scarecrow because it was propped up by gate rather than standing in the field. Was hardly going to scare the crows away in that position.
Standing there he had no choice but to just watch as his salvation walked on by. If they had given him a mouth he would have been able to plead with her to try and reverse his own terrible fate. He didn’t want to be invisible any longer. Why had he tried to stop those poachers?
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers