
October 1: Flash Fiction Challenge

October 1, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that happens on the dusty trail. It can take place anywhere. Who is your character, where are they going, and why? Bonus points if they meet up with Kid and Pal from D. Avery’s Ranch Yarns and Saddle Up Saloon (they hit the trail so TUFF could take over the saloon).

We cannot see the wind
Only the lifting of leaves
The swaying of grass
As it passes
We cannot hear the wind
Only the echo
It leaves behind
The dark curtain of dust
It sweeps from the ground
All but swallows
The four horsemen
Riding from the Starbuck Ranch
Out to recover a few stray cattle
Before the savannah winds
Cover the small town of Starbuck
With a dark blanket from hell
Ask my mother
When she tries clearing it up
The air around her turns dusty blue
The four riders return
Spitting blue dust…
Cattle safe and sound
©anitadawes 2020
Four horsemen? Sounds ominous, but glad all turned out well!
Love the rustic imagery and the blue dust!
Thank you, Charli!
This puts me in mind of the Dust Bowl and its “dark blankets of hell”. Nicely done!
Thank you!
Nicely done, Anita. Should the or in the third line be of?
Yes, it should. Thanks for telling me, Robbie!