Fur and Feathers

A Willerby Short

The heat broke the evening after the third day in a violent storm that smashed parched leaves from desiccated trees and left main street an aisle of tempest-tossed curling yellow and brown confetti.

Walking Ninja in the cool breeze of the next morning Steve found a poor dead thing curled up in a puddle by the pub.

A thing with both fur and feathers.