Woke up tired. The early morning scroll followed suit. So I picked up a pen, ripped off a wedge of paper towel and started doodling.
I also wrote on a fox postcard to Ollie and stuffed it inside his lunch bag. He’s off on a field trip today and an overnight at school.
‘I’m scared’ he said when I dropped him off. He leaned forward and buried his head into me. I pressed my face into the top of his head and breathed him in.
‘You’ll be great. You’ll have the best time’.
‘Good night’ he said and smiled.
‘Good night’ I replied.
And off he went.
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Somewhere there’s a fox running along the edge. Dispatched from my mind, to the page and now it’s circling a little boy for the day.
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