On May Ninth, Audrey Dawn posted a beautiful poem along with a great picture that she titled Wild West. Here is the picture and you can go to her blog and read the lovely poem. I could not help but be drawn to both the picture and her words. They served as a prompt for a short story that follows. I hope you take a moment and visit Audrey and enjoy her work as well as this story.
Wild West by John W. Howell © 2015
“Hey, Maud wha cha doin?”
“A bit o’ sewing Jacob. Wha’s it look like?”
“Well. Ta tell the truth, it looks like yor loafin’ on tha there stump.”
“Loafing? Why you old goat. If’n anyones loafin’ it’s you.”
“Aw, Maud you know I be roundin’up strays all damn day.”
“No need ta swear Jacob. Th’ Lord don’t take kindly ta no swearin’.”
“Well the’ Lord don’t take kindly to no lies either.”
“What lies Jacob?”
“That I be loafin’.”
“You started it.”
“Yes, I guess yor right. What cha makin’?”
“Not makin’ anythin’ Jacob. I’m a fixin’ your shirt.”
“The one I was wearn’when I stopped that arrie?”
“That’s th one.”
“I’as damn lucky that day.”
“Jacob? Th’Lord don’t want to hear you swearin’ specially after savin’ you an all.”
“Yeah, Maud yor right. Mind if I take this here chair?”
“No. Jacob you sit. You’ve had a rough week and ta rest is good for ya. That lasso needs some lookin’at while yor restin’.”
“Yeah been meanin’ to get ta it afore now. Looks like a quick fix. Hey Maud?”
“Yes, Jacob.”
“What’s fer supper?”
“Same as yesteday. Critter stew.”
“I think I’ll go fix this here lasso afore supper. Not shore what shape I’ll be in after critter stew.”
“An we’s runnin’ low on critters.”


