Have you ever written a story that decided it didn’t want to be told in the way that you wanted it to be told? Voila. My story for this moment. This was written for Carrot Ranch. I wrote it with one intention, of her ruling the roost, so to speak, but another took over. Pantsing.
Let Go
Within a week, I called friends, figured out how I could get Joe to Toronto. The one thing missing from my equation was Joe.
“I can’t run,” he said.
Have you ever looked at someone you loved and wanted to beat his beautiful face? I did.
“It’s not running away. It’s saving your life.”
He nodded, his eyes sad. “But, Jilly, if I run away, what will we have? I can’t come home? See the folks?”
I looked up at my cowboy, “We can visit.”
“Aw, hon, my friends have already gone. It’s my turn.”
I let him go.
end
War is hell. But cowboys don’t run! And certainly not to Toronto. 🙂
Thanks, Maggie. 🙂
Great six. I ran to Toronto myself years ago and so happy that I did.
I’m seriously considering British Columbia. Thanks, Susan! 🙂
I would love to retire out on the east coast. Maybe Nova Scotia 🙂
Where are you from originally? I’m not sure I could deal with “real” cold. 🙂
Originally I’m from Montreal and now reside in Orillia, Ontario. I’m not a big fan of winter but I think the east coast would be worth the cold winters. Crazy eh? lol
There are two things one should absolutely take charge of for themselves; their life, and their death.
Maybe this flash was about both? An intriguing read.
And yours is an intriguing thought. Thanks for presenting it! 🙂
I like how the story unfolded different from how you planned. It’s a powerful image you leave us with, of the cowboy taking charge and we never know the result. But such is life.
Thanks, Charli! I’m sure I’ve drawn from authors I’ve read. 🙂