Reflection of Sin

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Photo credit @Roger Bultot

Reflection of Sin

My home world and all of my transgressions reflected in mockery through its enormous eye. It snapped its mandible in anticipation. I scrambled backwards trying to find my footing as my flesh tore against the gravel.

It was true that I had fallen far from grace: the son repeats the sins of the father. Continue Reading

Hell Bent For Leather

Below is my work for Friday Fictioneers. I also wanted to share (brag about) my success in my first writing contest. I’m batting a 1000.

We’re thrilled to announce the winner of our Postcard From the Park Mini-MOLP writing contest.

Tracey Delaplain from Reno, Nevada has scooped the title with a brilliantly crafted piece that wove in a well researched slice of American history!

I won the Magic Oxygen mini literary prize for July with my flash fiction piece, “A Wild Idea“, a postcard from the park. You can see the announcement here where you can read about future challenges.

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Photo Credit @Sandra Crook

Hell Bent For Leather

The sharp tang of leather made her stomach churn. She tossed the unfinished chaps aside, a gift no longer needed. Her son’s dusty Stetson and new saddle lay where the cowboys had thrown them. A dram of whiskey had been offered and accepted. Their duty done, they had backed out of the house hats in hands, heads bowed, murmuring condolences.

Her grief now complete, both of her men lay buried beneath cow shit and broken dreams.

“The chaps could be shortened”, she thought, “and I reckon the steers won’t feed themselves.”

The prequel to today’s story is Whiskey For My Men http://wp.me/p4oHp4-Kk

Cowboy up! Go to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields site and join Friday Fictioneers. She’ll give you 100 words to round-up your story.