Barbed Wire Barriers
Des spotted the loop of wire waiting on the fence post. His mind turned it over, thinking of Osage Orange and large scale containment. Used on cattle, dividing the land, fencing in people; it was designed to injure, to ensnare. That crown of thorns represented the rough treatment this range life offered. Bound up on the fence, the horizon in view, it fenced in more than his property. Dreams, too. More work waiting. Best not to dwell on things too long.
Today’s post is part of Flash Friday Fictioneers. The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods. Her story can be found here, along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.