Hello friends! So, I’m taking a short break from the regular blog posts today so I can bring you a recent short story I wrote for Write the World, an online community of young writers, which I would encourage you to check out.
This was a piece I wrote at random, but I was pleasantly surprised at the feedback it received. It was also shared at Lexigraph Blogs – you can find some good tidbits on writing from them!
But without further chit-chat, here goes:
A jagged hillside juts up from the earth, steep and long and full of thorns – go around, instead, along the path, around our land to the trees.
You approach slowly, quietly, your feet making minimal noise in the soft spring grass. Crows take flight from the field, startled by your approach. Halfway across this field, you stop. You can hear them now – their soft baas from the hillside. They must be hidden down there, where the contours of the land descend out of sight. Their baas range from the high-pitched cry of a young kid who searches for his mother, to the low reply of the doe as she stops grazing to answer him.
You continue on. You reach the zenith of the hill and a gust of wind pulls the scent of the herd and the scent of the grasses they graze upon up to your nose. Keep going. Go to the shade of the locust trees and watch.
Watch the baby goats leap like rabbits, here and there and back again. Watch that red doe – see how deftly she ascends the hill? Turns your head now and see the young white doe – see how she consumes the wild raspberries, thorns and all? Only a goat could accomplish such feats as these. Climb down a little farther now. Look down, past the brambles and thorns. The other red doe is there, with the brown-and-gray kid. Watch them as they eat away at the foliage and branches, whatever they can reach with their long, sleek necks. Small black bugs irritate them on this hill, so they are working their way into the woods for a reprieve.
Sit here now and watch. Watch the goats exist – thrive – here, here in their natural home, this wild hillside and deep and tangled wood. This is their home. This is my home, too.
My home is where the goats roam.
What do you think? This is only the third or fourth short story of my own that I’ve shared with all of you on this blog, but there will be more to come!