Dawnlark Plains street carp

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there—a call from his real charmer.

his pace heavily hastens as he starts in dinah’s direction.

he finds her from the flick of a ruddy ear, poking above the ferns.

nearly he calls out her name. but he draws closer, able to see her more clearly now, then-

he stops.

for maybe a minute, he simply stands there and watches her.

something about seeing the way she waited for him, the blindness of her faith, softens his expression.

he wonders how long she would wait. 

but he doesn’t have the heart to test her.

so, once more he starts toward her. his tail wags steadily and a gentle smile finds its way to his mouth.

dinah, he calls softly to get her attention, striding out from the brush behind her.

nothing clever to say this time.