Sunday Photo Fiction: Ducks
My friend was wearing a neck brace and I was taking her to the doctor’s office for her check up. We were headed downtown when a mother duck and her 18 little ones decided to cross the interstate.
I was on the far right side. There was a car to my left. I couldn’t change lanes.
I had two choices, slam on the brakes and save the ducks—that would have been my usual choice—but that could severely wound my friend.
No hard breaking.
My second choice was to plow through the family of ducks. Yuck!
Mother and chicks cleared the shoulder.
I gently braked, slowed the car and easily slipped behind them.
There was semi truck following me. I watched in the rear view mirror. I knew he couldn’t stop. The ducks were done for.
He saw me break. He watched as I passed on the shoulder. Seems he had plenty of warning. He also slowed and the ducks cleared his lane.
They made it safely across three lanes of our side of the interstate.
I have on idea what happened on the other side.
The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.
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