Dust assaulted. Two horses in braided, bit-less bridles hung head to hoof. Riders pulled brims low, bandanas high, and duster collars straight.
“You’re barkin’ at knots.”
The other dug, found the panel, placed her hand upon the biolock and said, “Balls out.”
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
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This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
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At first I had a Cormac McCarthy vibe. Two things caught me off guard. I am assuming “her” is a cowGIRL (woman) and the bio-lock. You turned all dystopian on us. Cool!
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Yes 🙂 Glad the dystopian theme came across. 42 words is tight!
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Nicely done! I liked the twist at the end, and the dialogue.
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Thank you 🙂 when I was paring down that word count, I refused to touch the dialogue. 🙂
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Great job. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Loved the twist at the end, the dichotomy of old west and biolocks!
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