A white deer is like a Venus Fly Trap that lives and actually eats flies, actually lures them into its hot-pink mouth and clamps shut around them, and lives off living flies by breaking them down with its acidic juices. A white deer is not like one of those plain dull things called a Venus Fly Trap that lives off flies peeled off the flypaper in the barn, legless, wingless fly bodies dropped into its dead open mouth.

~ Jenny Hanning @ Juked

This story reminds me of Peter Markus’ brother/mud/fish stories, which can only be a very good thing. “White” doesn’t go where it seems to be at the start, then it also doesn’t go where it seems to be going after the first redirection — for such a short story, it’s packed with rewarding, thoughtful surprises. I’ve only read one other story by Hanning but will have to seek out more.