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Submitted to Contest #109
Dale slammed the truck door, walked inside the agency office, and threw down the net gun. Ever since he was a little boy, he had only ever wanted to be a wildlife biologist. But now that he was one, he was not so sure. These were not the animals he wanted to work with. And Florida? Good God, he hated it here. As a kid, he had watched Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom and read every book in the school library about animals. His parents humored him at first but made clear their disapproval when he started applying to college. This was not a pro...
Shortlisted for Contest #108 ⭐️
The space in the butterfly garden had not always been empty. From the faint smell of cough medicine that wafted from the splintering wood as she tried vainly to pry out the remains of a stump, she knew there once stood a girthy camphor tree. It was wide but otherwise nondescript and crumbling, level with the ground and featureless. But even now it refused to relinquish its hold on the brown space in the otherwise kaleidoscopic flowerbed. The stump simply would not permit anything else to grow. There were no flowers when the woman fir...
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