Picture courtesy of Erin Leary
This picture is of one of my favorite spots in the world. I was just there yesterday, marveling at the spring activity – birds, babies, bounty. I have been absent from the group for the past month; thank you to Rochelle for drawing me gently back in with this memory of beauty.
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Word count: 100
Off the Rails
Standing at the fence line, Jake looked down its length as far as the eye could see. All his land; all his problem. When the creek dries up this summer, his fields will wither. Without the harvest, he will lose it all.
As a young man, he’d stood along the railroad tracks and thought about escaping into the unknown. Jump on board – leave it all behind, the chattering wheels seemed to say. He chose to stay and try. Controlling the weather was something he would never master.
Ever elusive, freedom. Always beyond the vanishing point, a shadow in the mist.
© Erin Leary
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