But psychologically he was damaged. He would stand the furtherest away from the buildings. He would only come to the feed and water trough at night. He was impossible to catch and to avoid it he would run into barb wire fences. [Read more...]
Ranger
March 19, 2011 By 3 Comments
I first saw him, in the middle of summer, standing under a tree. His tail swishing and his ears flickering at the annoying biting flies. I lent on the timber yard rail and recalled the story the old man had told me. I was mortified that people could be so cruel. [Read more...]
The Night – part four
March 1, 2011 By 1 Comment
photo credit - barlaci
He swung the butt of his rifle into my back and I fell to the ground. In a dominant antagonistic position he stood over me. I searched his eyes for compassion but they were steely fixed, distant.
He curled one side of his mouth up in a smirk and I felt the sting of the blade as he cut me under my chin. [Read more...]
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