Flashes of Panic

I am more wakeful than usual at work today.

There’s been a flock of sheep pastured behind our building for most of the last two weeks, a shop’s worth of raw socks and sweaters on the hoof. I couldn’t actually see them from my office, but whenever I passed a window where I could, I had to stop and watch them for a little while. Often you could spot the dog which was keeping a watchful eye on them. This morning, they gathered up the flock and trucked them off.

I can only say “a flock,” though. I never did finish counting them.

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