Home on the Range

The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “RANGE”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

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 “So, how many do you think are out there, Pardner?” Clement called loudly, as hot winds swept the Martian landscape of the Arizon’ Range.

“It’s hard to tell from here,” she answered evenly, looking askance at the lariat he twirled lazily overhead, adding quietly, “But you’re surely not gonna catch any endangered Schmitties with that thing, as they’re round and hard as a bowling ball underneath all that fur.” Continue reading

Bundle

Homeless person in a thing blanket, in a windy blizzard

She shivered in her layers of jackets, hunched over on the park bench. So cold that even the birds dared not sing for fear of cracking their beaks. A bedraggled squirrel flicked his careworn tail, hopping from frozen bundles of dirty gray leaves, to clods of dirt, to pieces of trash embedded in ice. Try as he might to make little to no contact with the ground, even his toes got cold, and he limped over to a concretized tree and jerked his way up and around the trunk and disappeared. Continue reading

Countdown

Boxes lay along the curved perimeter of the silvery dock. A slender figure darted around them, stacking smaller boxes on medium, turning some toward the shoreline.  The healer and her intern had placed three large boxes on the further, forested side, long before the observers had arrived. The dock rocked, slapping the water; the beasts were restless.

Twelve boxes total, counting the one in her belly pocket.

The crowd quieted as dawn softened, red to apricot.

She raised her arms. “Z!” The intern unlatched the largest box and stepped back as a silky black panther padded toward the trees.

He turned his head once, flashed his canines in farewell and disappeared into the shadows.  Continue reading