On The Road

Not with Willie Nelson, with the Southern Indiana Writers.

Oh, and by the way, I heard some lowing. (Sing it with me: “The poor baby wakes”) Okay, that’ll do. ANYWAY, I looked out the front door and saw these visitors in front of my mother’s house. Charlie says they knocked things over in the garden and cut up the turf with their hooves. Cruddy no-good jd’s with their leather jackets.

Joe barked and they ran away, even this bad boy. Lucky they don’t speak Dog, because I imagine Joe was saying, “Come on back here to the garden, fellers! There’s blueberry plants and a little kale left!” Charlie followed them down to where they came from and helped one of that family round ’em up and move ’em out. Hey-YA! ~whipcrack~

WRITING PROMPT: Who would you like to go on a road trip with?

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “On The Road

  1. Jane

    December 11, 2011 at 1:46am

    Definitely with Joe. Heh.

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