Chuck 15 June 2014, 140 x 140,

 

Joseph had never seen a chuck like it before. Had it been scared or something? Its feathers were sticking out at odd angles and its eyes bulged. Then it started squawking and running frantically round the yard, as if chased by an invisible monster.

“It’s not one of ours, is it?” said Jen.

Joseph shook his head. No, he’d definitely not seen it before.  

“Do you think he’s come from the Dowden’s place?

“They’re not into chucks, are they?” They wouldn’t have a clue. In fact, they didn’t know much about anything. God knows why they’d bothered buying the old farm. 

Jenny moved towards the animal. “Poor thing’s scared.” She crept up to the chicken, caught it and picked it up carefully. “There now. You’re safe here.” 

She was good with animals. She’d soon have sorted out the Dowden herd.      

 

Trying out 14 June 2014, 140 x140,

 

His dad was waiting for him, just like he did every Saturday after training. Smart shoes. Businessman’s overcoat. Cigarette in his hand. Much more elegant than the other dads.

“You did good, son. You showed them who’s boss.”

“It wasn’t a match, Dad. Only a training session.”

“Just as important. Don’t you forget it. Are you in the team?”

He shrugged. He hoped so. But there was never a guarantee. You had to earn your place.

“You did your best, though?”

He nodded.

His dad slung his arm around his shoulders. “That’s my lad.” 

Dad sighed. “But is your best good enough?”

“I try, Dad.”

Dad nodded. “Yeah. Remember even if you don’t make it to the team, you playing your hardest makes them do better.”

He kissed the photo. He’d done his bit. Now he must wait and see.