Escape!

(c) Linda Hutchison April 2016

Creeping, sliding, oozing up the dark green surface. Brushed gently by fronds of grass, and tickled by the tiny white flowers of the asparagus fern. Seeking, searching, feeling its way up towards the faint slash of light above it. An obstacle, a branch. It silently slips around it and moves on. A fragrance, the slightly antiseptic scent of rosemary. It stops to savour for a moment, then on it goes. Forwards, gliding, seeping. The light bursts in and it’s wrenched from its path. “Snail! What are you doing in the green waste bin? You’ll be happier back in the garden.”
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