Once again, I have flash fiction for you inspired by Chuck Wendig’s prompt for this week. This time around I had to somehow include three randomly determined things in the course of a 1000 word story, and luck dealt me a journal, Survival, and a horse. Yes, Survival was capitalized. Maybe it’s the music I’ve been listening to, maybe I’m in a rut, but that combination just screamed “Old West” to me. I did my best to make it interesting. Have fun!
My brother had been gone for too long, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. He’d taken the horse into town seven days ago, and should have been back in three. One day there, one for business, and one back. But I was still waiting for him near our claim. When I heard the horse coming up the trail, late that night, I jumped out of my bedroll in excitement. Continue reading