The ferns tickled her nose.
It always did this when she fell over in the forest,
But she liked it.
It reminded her a bit of her pet dog from when she was a child in the 80s.
His nose used to touch things as well,
And it was a conservative government back then too.
The similarities were spooky,
So she got up,
Licked the blood on her grazed knees,
And barked at a stranger,
Like Buster the Labrador would have done,
Before returning to the office to get the filing done
In time for the meeting in Helsinki tomorrow.

– Rivenberg