Tag Archives: Foxhunting

Flash Fiction – The Kill

The Kill I’d been building to this moment for months. Ever since Ben came up with the idea of going on safari to celebrate his 35th. I’d been working as a barrister for ten years and had just got silk. … Continue reading

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Meet a Very Foxy Lady

As a farmer’s daughter, I’ve always felt ambivalent about foxes. I grew up in a family that regarded hunting as a countryside tradition that was necessary to reduce the number of creatures that were regarded as little more than vermin. … Continue reading

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