This week’s prompt from 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups is the phrase
…and winter will bring…
We see many Coypu on our travels in France, introduced from warmer climes many years ago to be farmed for their fur. Escaped, or simply liberated as the fur trade has declined, they are largely detested, and cruelly hunted.
The canal is quieter today; no more explosive gunfire, barking dogs or the clash of steel that killed her mate yesterday.
She glides by the bank, peppered with burrows she and her colony have dug. This is what angers the hunters, when perforated banking collapses, flooding their fields. This, and the devastation of crops to feed the coypu young.
Far from her native clime, she’s served her family, as her ancestors served her hunters.
Now her young have fled, making their own lives. She is old, hungry and alone, and winter will bring the hard frosts that will likely kill her.
C’est la vie?