Polar Bear
written by: Ed McConnell
@EdJMcConnell
In the gutter where water gurgled and leaves massed slept a polar bear.
Even at six, I thought it odd. A polar bear in Kent!?
‘Go inside,’ Dad said. It looked so peaceful as cars zoomed past its big white head.
I spied Dad, shovel raised, advancing on the Arctic guest. Careful, Dad! He ground it under the sleeping beast’s belly and carried it towards the green bin.
Mum helped tip its floppy body into a sack. Dad heaved the bag in. The rubbish truck came.
Later, Dad confessed it was an albino badger catching a lift to its sett.
Ed McConnell is a local journalist who was once offered a £10,000 prize fight with Britain’s most-hated landlord. He is interested in the absurdity of humanity and modern society. He began writing fiction in 2022.
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