the spy

“Look at that weird bird staring at us!” the first poacher said.

“Yeah just like a snitch!” the second one nodded.
The bird cocked its head to one side and took off. It flew a little distance away and entered a small cabin.

A ranger was sitting there sipping a cup of coffee. The bird sat down on the table.

“Poachers near the lake.” It said. The ranger got up.
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Published on March 31, 2017 00:15 Tags: fiction, flash-fiction, micro-fiction, sharmishtha-basu, story
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