Too Late
It was a wild winter’s night but she couldn’t turn back
The opalescent moon peeped through the clouds and lit her way
Sally’s heart pounded when she heard loud groaning coming from the building
But she knew that she had to go in
The door creaked on ancient rusty hinges and she crept inside
Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the gloom from the oil lantern
It was then she caught sight of Steve kneeling in the corner
Rivulets of red blood was trickling down his arms
She was too late...
The trainee vet had raced ahead of her and the calf was safely delivered!
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05 08 17
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2017
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