2nd June 2012
Quote reblogged from Mindleak with 2 notes
The photographer fired his flash bulbs. The deer bucked and sprinted along the fence toward David. David unwired the gate, opened it wide. A second later the deer’s white tail was flashing through the woods and gone.
The profound silence was broken first by the whistling of a switch engine, and then by the click of a latch as David stepped into the woods and closed the gate behind him. He didn’t look back.
— Kurt Vonnegut, “A Deer in the Works” (via pjmccain