Courtesy of
Melissa Donavan’s “Writing Forward” site
“Sam? What are
you doing? Don’t go out in that weather! Sam! Get back here!”
Sam ignored his mother as he ran out of
the house and past the tire swing. His worn boots sloshed through the water and
he felt his feet get cold and wet. He tucked the bill of his baseball cap
tighter on his forehead and shoved his hands back in his jacket pockets as he
made a beeline for the sanctuary of the barn.
At least in the
rain, even he couldn’t tell if there were tears on his face. Megan just broke
up with him. On chat. Great. She was probably already laughing about it with her stuck up girlfriends on
Tumblr.
There was a growl
and a crack of thunder close by. Sam looked up just as the lightning streaked
down and smashed him to the ground. He felt the sledgehammer and smelled
burning hair. Then, nothing.
“Sa-a-a-am?
Sa-a-a-am? Wake up, boy-y-y-y-. We’re hungry-y-y-y!” He didn’t recognize the
gruff voice, but it sounded familiar somehow.
“Leave the boy
alone. He’s had a rough night,” a cheerful, sing-song voice replied in clipped
tones. Also oddly familiar.
Sam groaned, but
as his fingers reached for a sheet or blanket or pillow – anything to block out
the noise -- he felt the muddy ground beneath him. He bolted upright, looking
around with bewilderment. He was still lying a few feet from the barn. The
storm had passed, and the sun hadn’t yet risen.
In the grey,
pre-dawn light, he saw Bruno, their oldest goat, and Biddie, his favorite black
Minorca chicken, watching him curiously.
“Sam, are you all
right? You don’t usually sleep outside in the rain. You feeling okay?”
Sam looked
around. There was no one else in sight.
“Sa-a-a-am?
Fee-e-e-e-ed us!”
He jerked back
around to the two animals. Bruno shook his horns at him. No…it wasn’t possible…
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Dogs
in House
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Brindle, Houdini
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Time
writing
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15 minutes
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March
word count
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5524
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