“Bessie has been here for three weeks. She can read quite get passed the Roadside test. Any ideas?” Cory pulls down the bill of his ball cap. His gaze locked on his baby that won’t leave.
“Ok. We get the tractor over here. I’ll put some straw on the front of it. I’ll go really close so she sees the straw. And she will follow me with her head.” Craig gets all bright eyed. His hands take flight as he shows the tractor and the cow moving.
“That’s the stupidest idea ever…..” Cory snaps his head sideways toward his friend. “But everything else failed.”
Cory stands cross armed watching. An old tractor grumbles. Bessie looks at the noise. As it gets closer, she moves toward the fence. The tractor stats about 12 feet away. Bessie turns her head to watch it go by.
“Go back and do that again! You got her to do it.” Cory yells at Craig.
Craig takes a big swing around. Her head follows. Her drives by again.
Bessie has learned to watch traffic.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for details, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/02/27/fffaw-challenge-week-of-february-28-2017/
Mexican grey wolves are doing better. Despite plenty of people who are against them
Breath held in longing
Nervous eyes hoping it’s mutual
Tentative touch of hand
Waiting for return on feelings
Scarred and scared
Calm in distress, Rabid in peace
Go for the throat or heart
Another collaborative effort between Lorraine and myself. Her words are italicized. She can be found at http://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com and http:25wordsmoreorless.wordpress.com Please stop by and visit Lorraine.
A lake breeze races through the woods. The misty morning lifts like a curtain to reveal a warn Sun. Birds chatter with squirrels. Small critters move about the old cabin.
Inside, a low groan. A mind reassembled details. Daylight brings pain to the eyes and head.
The forgotten trip here weights heavy.
“Is he still here?” words too weak to be heard leave Rose’s lips.
Silence answers her. Even the shadows hide from her.
“Who was he?…. How did he know me?…. Why me!” Her consciousness plays tag with each question.
She lies still waiting. But for what?
The mind winds a clock backwards. Thoughts point to which things might have happened. A simple chance meeting. An extra drink. Talk of a park and a lake. The face stays hidden under a haze. She can’t hide the voice. The calmness and relaxed tone. It lied of safety.
It sang in deception.
A stream of sunlight makes dust dance. It’s freedom to shine both haunt and inspire thoughts of fleeing. Her mind is willing but a sore body is weak.
“I have to get out of here.” Her voice finds its way. “Time to leave…. I hope he is gone.”
Her hands feel against a wood paneled wall. The mission style furniture lays half covered in old blankets and forgotten clothes. The cabin has that stale air of being trapped for months at a time. The Sun warms the roof and causes creaking and stretching sounds. She jumps with each one. Her legs push her up to see out a window. The woods yield to opening and a distant lake. An old truck rusts in place. There are no people.
Rose finds her feet on the floor. Her eyes search for clues. Maps of the park, brochures of places near and far, a phone book, books of nature, and a layer of dust covers most of it. Fishing poles and paddles sit in corners. The place is scattered by design.
The wooden door calls out to her. It’s uneven dark strain and wrought iron bars seem mismatched for the rest of the dark wood interior. Freedom is on the other side, maybe
Silvers and Shards
Pretty little rainbows
Treacherous path to follow
Beauty of wanton destruction
Shatter mirror of the past
Believer of future dreams
They dance in fire sparkles
They quell shadows fear
Things we know prey upon
Things we hide deep inside
Terror self imposed shines
Thoughts grow eight legs
It pops like crackling fire
Hissing like a hurricane lamp
We curse only outer darkness
A thousand mirrors at my feet
I’m all of those staring back
Silvers and Shards
There’s an interesting thing in the American health system. Mergers and outsourcing products have conspired with “universal” health care. In a truly American way, the only winners are the drug companies. I have found this by having an asthmatic cat.
My little girl is 15 years old. She has regiment of drugs that keep her from wheezing. They drugs are all human drugs. This means I can go to any pharmacy and supposedly they will be available as they are common. Well, interesting thing when insurance companies are involved. They can change the compensation they get from insurance companies. If you had thousands of drugs to sell it might be hard to pick a new price every month, but these are dedicated people!
It was just fine when her Flovent went from $125 to $190 by about ten dollars each refill. That was every other month. Now it took away my breath each time, I should have used some of it. But she has a prednisone prescription but that’s $15 every two months from the veterinarian. Now here’s the best part. At the human pharmacy, it’s double. The reason Obamacare. The increase in coverage had no provisions for price control. Meaning if you failed to enroll you were penalized by fees and drug costs. Because the powers that be, never think of the consequences of their laws.
But why am I here today? The pharmacy game is mergers among generic drugs. Large companies with brand names rake in billions in higher costs. They have based pricing on research money and time required to bring drugs to market. But generic drugs, well now these are cheap knock outs that are crazy profitable . There’s no fees to the developer as patient is expired. But that’s not good enough for giant profits. So they get bought out and the drugs are made overseas. The standards that the US government puts on formularies for drug manufactures is tops in the world. That means a common drug made for decades has been wait approval since November! The drug very common is not available because of this. One marker makes almost all of the drug. It took twenty calls, to every thing from chains to small stores. Finally, I found an online place. But it’s not all easy because I have a veterinarian in a different state who doesn’t like online places because some sell outdated drugs!
And the compounding online pharmacy is at least fresh stuff. Now that federal hiring freeze, nothing is getting done as far as approving anything being imported. It’s not looking good. I hope no one else is stuck in this place. But sooner or later, it’ll hit people hard. We have outsourced a bit to far.
Not that I would do this…. But in just in case, you didn’t see it here