Friday's Hedgehog.

the square/yesterday

You would’a thought wouldn’a ya?

I would’ a.

Someone.

ANYone.

Not a sausage.

Makes you wonder, dunnit?

It do. It dun!

We could just go blah-di-blah-di-blah and it would be the same.

Still, shall we?

Yep – here it is.

editor's note - as promised Friday. 

I drove past the hedgehog three times that morning.

The fourth time, I stopped.

I picked her up and gently moved her from the middle of the road where she had finished her life and laid her to rest in the soft grass verge,

It was the beginning of a summer she would never see.

It was the end of the spring she had had.

I should have stopped the first time, even though I was already too late.

She deserved so, so much more.