Cal coiled up his riata. He had no goals to improve on his already impressive rope skills, but granddaughter Flora required kid glove treatment these days.
Grandson Jeremy had passed him up, carrying on the vaquero tradition through competition and education. Kids today wanted an excuse to put down their cell phones, to raise their faces to the sun. It was an unexpected but welcome blessing from the quarantine.
Flora had kicked him out of the house early, even before his morning coffee. She wanted him out from underfoot while she attempted to wrangle the internet and home schooling.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2020)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (01/08/2020): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes kid gloves. A prop in the hands of a character should further the story. Why the gloves? Who is that in the photo, and did he steal Kids’ gloves (of the Kid and Pal duo)? Consider different uses of the phrase, too. Go where the prompt leads!
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A great line and hopeful shift: “Kids today wanted an excuse to put down their cell phones, to raise their faces to the sun.” Loved the vaquero flavor. You wrote it well.
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Thank you! Your included clip gave me a lot to work with. Thanks!
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❤ You captured the old Western in a modern time.
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