He awoke to the morning sun making it difficult to determine if what he saw before him was what he thought it was.

Rubbing his eyes, he focused hard on the vision of a rare white stag only a couple of yards away.

The moment seemed to linger on in the quiet but abruptly ended when the stag bolted, and he was left alone to consider the meaning of this omen.

– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 35. Photo prompt by Rebecca Johnston. WC 71.

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