Short Story Sunday: Latchberry Farm [Part Two]

After three hours in the downpour, Jacob found the sound of the water dripping from the rim of his hat soothing. What had started as a routine evaluation of the fence on the lower ridges of his property had ended up as a herd and rescue mission. Something – or someone – had spooked the sheep and he and George had their hands full trying to calm them again.

Short Story Sunday: Latchberry Farm

 

The breeze carried the scent of the forest into Sasha’s bedroom. The curtains billowed against the sash window, seeming to resist the fragrance of greenery after the rain. Sasha’s reverie was interrupted by the weight of Fred, the Golden Retriever, landing on her bed. 

Poetry Post

Lifejacket

The canoe is beached,
Its yellow underbelly
A warm and soft plastic
Moulding around bodies.
The river exhales waves
On the shore and algae
Billows in the currents
That shudder along the
Surface -- running, running.
Two men approach, eyes
Soaking up the view of skin
And tanlines -- nature's finest.
It's hard to see the trees with
The sudden arrival of wood.
One man suggests a lifejacket
To rescue the awkward
Interaction of students and staff.
Behind sunglasses, eyes flit
And roll to the mental tempo
Of a sarcastic comeback
To distinguish the widening gap
Between the very old and the young.