The Carnival Lights

(7 minute read) by William Falo (New Jersey) Ember hunted mice around the crooked tombstones as I watched from the pine trees, unable to let her go wild. I violated every rule of a wildlife rehabilitator, but I couldn’t let her go. I took care of her from a kit when a carnie found her running from a barn fire, and he named her Ember. I feared for her, since I saw a mounted fox at the local bar. Its empty …

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