Shivaree

Creeeek. The sound of the old double rocker made her smile. A wedding gift he’d made sixty years ago. Silly gift when there was so much else they’d needed. Their grandchildren referred to the day they married as the old days. There’d been no honeymoon, ranch chores didn’t allow time away, but neighbours and friends made sure there was a celebration. Everyone crammed into their tiny cabin. Partying until the sun came up and it was time to milk the cows. A shivaree, in all its noisy splendor. Their whole life together had been their style of honeymoon. Creeeek.

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - March 9, 2017 - write a honeymoon story.

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