Competition Twenty Highly Commended: My mother has become an owl
She stares at us, her anxious family, impassive and unblinking. After a long silence she tuts and fluffs her salt and pepper feathers, settling them over her stout body like a thick musty shawl. She shuffles her scaly feet and flexes her blackened talons. We shiver as she shreds the old newspapers that line […]
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