Thursday, January 10, 2013

Friday Flash Fiction 55 - The Picnic Cowboy


High above the mesa, the vultures were circling. They’re coming for me, thought the lost cowboy.  His pony died this morning. He had been without water or food for days. He shamefully began to eat the horse.  
 “Lemonade’s done! Where's that flyswatter? And why do you have the dog’s ear in your mouth?” asked Mom.



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35 comments:

  1. My goodness, I hope this was a dream ~ Nice twist in the end ~

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  2. The imagination of kids! Very cute.

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    1. Thank you, Margaret. I have two boys, they inspired me, even if they are big now and only use their imaginations for things I don't want to know about!

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  3. Been that lost cowboy a time or two. Nice trip back in the time machine. :)

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  4. hahahaha...that is awesome...so funny...thank goodness the lemonade got there before he got much more in...smiles.

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    1. My oldest used to tell me "I'm starffing to deff!".

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  5. Now that is some vivid imagination!

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    1. Little boys are cool like that. *sigh* Then they grow up!

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  6. Holy Shit BunnyBaby...
    For a SPLIT second I thought that Lemonade was a metaphore for bladder drippins. Thank God for 55 words!
    Loved your vividly imaginitive 55 My Friend
    Thank You so much for your much appreciated help and support...:-)
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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    1. Nope, G-man, he is just playing out his impatience with mom's pokey lunch-makin'!.

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  7. Ouch! You had me there for a second! Dog ear and all!

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    1. Dogs play many characters in the minds of little boys. Today, it was a painted pony. Tomorrow, he may be a sea monster in the kiddy pool, or a buffalo on the plains being stalked by an Indian warrior. A dog is a necessary prop and friend for a boy!

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  8. This is cute. Sounds like a litle boy's daydream interrupted by Mom. Nice writing.

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    1. I appreciate your compliment, Myrna. His daydream was because his mama was being too slow about lunch. He is a bit based on Calvin, of Calvin and Hobbes.

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  9. LOL. Poor dog. He almost lost an ear.

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    1. He was lucky he was not playing the part of your Dragon!!! LOL. He might have gotten a plastic butter knife stuffed into his gullet!

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  10. Too wonderful! No children here. Are they really like that? What fun.

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    1. They are like that for about five minutes. I don't know about girls, but boys are a lot of fun. HOWEVER...I was at the grocery store today with my sister in law and there was a little girl about two years old screaming screaming screaming her cute little off, giving her brothers grief and her mother hell. I have ZERO tolerance for ill behaving children. ZERO. I am not a fan of children these days. I think "enlightened" parents should take some old school lessons and remember that an ass whoopin' (not a beating for goodness sake) didn't kill us. Call me old fashioned, or cruel, or a child abuser. Whatever. My boys never gave me shit at the grocery store or caused me grief at church or gave me hell in public. EVER!!! I tell my sister in law all the time (her kids are hellions) that she needs to let her testicles drop already and use her mom voice (God gave all moms the ability to stop a freight train with no brakes running downhill with a word using MOM VOICE) and make those kids think two or three or a hundred time before they gave her sass or told her no again. I don't mean to toot my own mom horn, but I got a mom voice with a look in my eyes to go with it scary enough to freeze a child's blood solid and make 'em stop INSTANTLY what they are doing and make 'em afraid to blink or breathe. I DO NOT TOLERATE children, my own or my kin, to act out in public or treat ANY human being with disrespect and my ears better hear M'AM and SIR, PLEASE, THANK YOU, and EXCUSE ME and if you have a pecker, you better take that damned hat off indoors and hold doors open and HEAVEN have MERCY on you if I catch you disrespecting an adult and you better beg for LAST RITES if I catch you disrespecting anyone over 65, cuz I will put you damn near in the ground.
      And that is my view on children...lol

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    2. you don't get any argument from me thats how I feel about kids should be seen not heard,partly the reason I don't do children,I probably expect to much like manners ,no screaming and doing as they are told!
      great 55 Brandi

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    3. LOL, Right on, Rach. And thank you!

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    4. A good person who is a strong sure guide is perhaps the greatest gift a child can have. I'd say your sons were very fortunate, Brandi. There is no EH stuff going on. I mean it.

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    5. I think I was more afraid that if I let one little temper tantrum go by that I would never be able to reign their behavior in after that. But once they turned 13, I told them Mazel Tov and now it's dad's turn to take it from there. I taught them how to read and write and all the other things a mother teaches, but I can't teach them how to be men. Only dad can do that. My work here is done!!

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    6. I expect you are right about that, Brandi. Unfortunately, these days, having a caring father is MIRACLE! In Texas children mostly get their mother's drug addicted, live-in boyfriend who abuses them. Where are the fathers?

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    7. Oh, I think that is everywhere. Nothing worse in my opinion that a woman who HAS to have a swingin' dick around at the expense of their children. Sheesh, DO NOT get me started!!!!

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    8. Okay, if you don't want me to, but I wish you would get started and not ever stop!

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  11. Boy Now that is IMAGINATION! we used to do stuff like that! thanks-

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  12. Heeheehee. When we say turkey vultures circling my dad used to say, 'Must be an old guy out cutting grass.' :o)

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    1. HAHAHA!! I used to think vultures were hawks. One day I pointed one out to my husband and he had himself a good laugh. He says that is my Indian Name. Turkey Vulture. I told him to laugh it up cuz he is not as funny as he thinks he is...

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  13. Brandi, in ancient Egypt vultures were revered as symbols of sacred protection because they were such good mothers. It was always considered propitious to see one flying over head. Your references to birds (here and at HOR) reminds be of the joke about the old west Texas rancher/farmer's bird classification system: vultures, hawks, or chee chee birds.

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  14. Actually, Brandi, I think a Texan would call vultures buzzards.

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  15. That was fun. And a nice surprise. I usually have fantasies like that.

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