Roundup went well. Nothin’ left but the numbing. Wish there was someone soft and sweet to keep me company, to erase the red dirt and sweaty leather from my senses. Whiskey, Ole girl, let’s dance the night away.
“How much longer, Mother? I want to see Grandfather. It’s so cold here!”
”Get back inside and wrap yourself in a blanket. Tomorrow, child. Perhaps tomorrow we find them. I’ll make a fire to warm you, but you must stay off the ground!”
This post inspired by Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt, ‘round’. For details and more great posts, visit Linda’s site. These images were taken at the Booth Western Art Museum in Cartersville, GA
Happy #Free48 everyone!
Dreaming Reality 