Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by Susan Spaulding, who has taken over this great weekly prompt from my old friend Al Forbes.
This week’s prompt is one of my own photos, taken here in Medville. The happy fact that ‘Bergerie’ is French for sheepfold, or pen, allowed me to not only produce today’s tale, but also to complete the trilogy I began here last Sunday.
The general idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
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The Last Mile
I am almost home.
I have the money I earned, the hardest money I’ve ever earned.
I still have my head.
And I still have my fingers.
Well, most of them.
Twice in the past few days I thought I was done for.
I escaped the desert by a near miracle.
Then they were almost upon me in the foothills before they were distracted by another group of riders.
They wheeled away to confront them.
I heard the sounds of fighting, but I didn’t wait to see who won.
When we reached the first stream my horse regained enough strength to drag us both up the slopes into the woodlands.
The gold in my saddle-bags will let me restock the farm.
There’s a big sheep market next month over at the railhead.
I’ll start rebuilding with a flock of Rambouillet Merinos, breeding them with what I already have will add size and strength.
I see the flatlands ahead, know I’m almost safe.
I kick my heels, the horse surges forward, enjoying the burst of energy.
As I clear the last of the trees, I see the signs.
I know I won’t reach home.
And worse, I know it doesn’t matter.