Another cold winter in Vermont with snow halfway up the house wasn’t putting any smile on Leila’s face, not this year. Brown Swiss in the barn needed milking and her boys were doing their best to help and tend to their own families. Tom, her husband had taken a fall and a broken leg takes a while to recover. Neighbors came with snowblowers and tractors. Food appeared from nowhere. She was grateful, but money was scarce and her energy and faith seemed spent just as fast.
All her life she loved farming, She never minded the cold. Always said it ripened you up real good for the rest of the year. But today she felt overdone, freezer-burned. Her eyes flickered with the flames in the fireplace and for a moment in the arid air she said aloud, “A cow is screaming across the Arroyo.”
dversepoets.com Another Prosery. A fictional prose of 144 words or less with a line from a poem incorporates into it. (I always opt not to participate, and then I do). This line is from the late Jim Harrison, poet, novelist, essayist.
“A cow is screaming across the Arroyo.”
It is exactly 144 words.