Here’s a view of the world from the Captain’s chair on the top of a horse. Many, myself included, will tell you it is by far the best seat in the house. This is a photo of Louva’s first trail ride, and let me tell you, she did great.
Years ago, I told my friend Pickles this porch was a good place to watch the world go by. At the time I said it, I was thinking of the days I’d set here with Laura and watch our children in the yard, the horses in the corrals and the deer drinking in the creek. True to my word, all those things and more, we watched..
My name is Samuel Moses Cardiff; mostly I go by Sam. Some years ago, almost forty, in fact, I stood upon this porch that overlooks the barn, the corrals, and Old Woman Creek and told my friend Pickles this was an excellent place to watch the world go by. I was right then, and I’m right now. Pickles, who was born Francis Knudson, is gone now. In fact, most of who I knew back then is gone, but this old porch is still a place to watch the world go by. Step on up,…
I belong to a local writers’ group called Sleuths’ Inc. The name draws attention to the fact most of us write mysteries or crime stories. Every couple of months we have contests. In June the rules were the piece had to start with a nursery rhyme, it had to contain a crime and it should ignite feelings of some sort. With recognition to Dr. Seuss, here is the flash fiction I wrote. I hope you enjoy it on Friday the 13th.