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Below me the village spreads out. I have a name but I’d prefer to make our meeting a surprise to him. Business decision. My pack can only hold so many things that protect but remain unseen.
The mountain ridge forms a spine. It builds a beast is called isolation. I couldn’t be any stranger to them down there. The advantage is noone knows why I’m passing through. The old farmers some talk at me anyway. And they are all that seems to live there.
Their clan may decrease by one. I reach back to the lower left pocket. A six inch blade, pummel waiting for that firm handshake. One’s man riches balance on that knife tip. I have my opinion of whose riches should come out on top.
Written as a part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/04/03/fffaw-challenge-week-of-april-4-2017/
“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/
Magic is how the reflection knows how the other should look.
3. Protean (readily assuming different forms or characters; extremely variable. changeable in shape or form, as an amoeba. (of an actor or actress) versatile; able to play many kinds of roles.)
5. Strop (any of several devices for sharpening razors, especially a strip of leather or other flexible material.)
11. Proboscis (the trunk of an elephant. any long flexible snout, as of the tapir. Also called beak. the elongate, protruding mouth parts of certain insects, adapted for sucking or piercing. any of various elongate feeding, defensive, or sensory organs of the oral region, as in certain leeches and worms. Facetious. the human nose, especially when unusually long or prominent.)
12. Fireworks (the Wordle was missing a word so I added it in)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
Her staccato voice tramples the conversation. She waltzes into the room churning the starch filled wallflowers. Her eyes fixed on each dummy. Gazing at the proboscis protruding from their faces. It’s always fireworks for her, greatness in protean nothing else. The gawking men have the combined mettle of a walnut. She gleams her steely blade among the strop of their souls.