Justice

Drabble from prompt

Virgil couldn’t abide animals suffering. So when he found the dead fox, teats swollen with milk, he just had to track back to her den.

Weak yipping sounds led him to a flattened cave. He spidered his way to the back, finding a single kit. Backing out, kit in hand, proved much harder than getting in.

Virgil picked up milk at the vet. Molly’d skin him alive if he came home without it.

Cuddling the kit close, he said, “I know who shot your mama, boy. We’re going to get you fed, and then I’m going to get you justice.”

"Fox Kit on the scale" by hobbitstee is licensed under CC BY 2.0

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This drabble (100 word story, or centina) was written with a randomly generated three word prompt: justice, spider, fox.

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