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Without Ice

5/26/2019

Thwunk. Quiet. Thwunk.

He watched Hanna from the shadow of the cookhouse. A glass of lemonade, without ice, in his hand. That’s how she liked it.

With each swing of the axe, she sent wood flying. Methodically stopping to stack the split pieces before settling the next chunk of wood in place.

“Why aren’t you using the splitter?”

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Hanna gave him a sarcastic look with a lopsided grin.

“And miss working off some steam?”

Tal wondered what had ticked her off. He hoped it wasn’t him.

Stepping closer, he offered her the glass.

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Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - May 23, 2019 - Write a story without ice.

Apple Tree

5/20/2019

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“Liz.”

“Mac. Coffee?”

“No thanks, just looking for the kids.”

“Kids?”

He pointed out the window.

“They’ve been out there toe to toe debating for quite a while.”

A quiet rumbling from Mac told Mrs. Johnson he was laughing.

“He sure gets under her skin.”

“And she pushes back just as hard.”

Mrs. Johnson’s comment was accentuated by Hanna poking Tal in the cheese before walking towards the barn.

“We’ll need to keep an eye on those two. Might be the apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree.”

Liz heard the door close, leaving her alone in the cookhouse.

Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - May 16, 2019 - Write a story that goes in search of trees.

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Older . . . Wiser

5/10/2019

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Tal and Hanna watched the leathery, old cowboy walk slowly to the middle of the corral and stop. It wasn’t long before the curious young horse moved towards him, neck outstretched, sniffing. The man never moved, his voice barely audible. Each day was the same with little additions introduced to the routine.

Over coffee one morning, Tal questioned the cowboy’s tactics.

“Why didn’t you just rope that colt and show him who was boss right from the get go?"

A lazy smile creased the cowboy’s face.

“Son, there’s no use getting any older if you don’t get any wiser.”

Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - May 9, 2019 - Write a story about growing older.

#AnnEdallRobson #TheQuietSpirits #MoonRising #FromWhereICome #99Words #FlashFiction #OlderWiser #WesternTradition #WesternHeritage #RanchLife #BarnCatButtons

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