I am taking it in turns to host this challenge with Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four. Click on the link below to see her post about the results of last weeks challenge:
So, now to this weeks challenge:
- Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
- The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
- Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
- HAVE FUN!
So here is the picture for this week:
And the Words: “He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again.” – The Shiralee by D’arcy Niland
It was a quick thought, quite spontaneous. He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of the rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again.
His body quivered with fright, in no time at all they would surround him, he knew in his mind he would never make it out alive, and if he did, they’d torture him.
He laid low, then heard the hoofs and wagon wheels approaching up the dirty and dusty roadway. His partner lay dead with flies buzzing around him, overhead the hawks circled. There wasn’t a chance he’d make it out alive.
“Bill!” a slight pause, his heart was beating in his chest, as he heard his name. “Bill! Give up, Bill!” The gruff sounding Sheriff yelled again.
The next sound sent chills down Bill’s spine. He slowly stood up from the riverbank, looked the sheriff dead in the eyes and charged with his guns blazing. Shots rang out, but it wasn’t Bills guns that sounded. He crumbled to the ground with a thud.
Drowsy and in massive pain, he touched his chest. A handful of blue and yellow paint.
“HA! I knew I’d get your ass on this trip.” His friends stood above him with their paint guns and laughing at Bill’s stunt. His friend that played the sheriff, chuckled as he offered his hand to help Bill stand up, “Come on man, let’s get some grub now. Great vacation!”