Sunday, November 18, 2012

Mag 144, Spring

                                                   *Squall*, 1986, by Andrew Wyeth

                          One Sunday, I had just  finished reading a story about another 

family who lived on an island and in a light house.Only difference was the light keeper

 was the young girls Father. One time they had a series of spring storms; and last 

one in the group the young girl- Marie had slacked off a tiny bit. The family cow 

was eagerly searching out tiny nibbles of green .She frisked here and there among 

the rocks and ended up over the wall,down along the sandy edge by the dock.
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                          When a Squall came up quickly one afternoon Marie was sleepy

 after lunch;and it was her Mother who sounded the alarm about the cow. 

It took Marie's two brothers, her father and a good strong rope to hoist that 

cow out of the mire near the water

                       I had been reading since lunch and when I looked out the wind

 had come up;and the sky was darkening fast.

                           " Helen!" My husband called out coming around from our small 

patch of garden. " Have you seen the calf ?" 

                          " No - nor Mercy since this morning!"'

                          " Grab the glasses and let the dog out would you?

 I don't want to be searching for those two in the rain!"   He didn't have to say

 another word -I was four steps ahead, I had just read a story I had no wish to repeat!
           

17 comments:

ReBelle said...

"no wish to repeat"...indeed.

Stafford Ray said...

Yes, stories teach us the consequences without the suffering!

Steve E said...

I suppose eventually, we "live" all the stories--if we live long enough.

Children "make up" stories.
Adults READ them, live them.
Old Peeps (like me--grin!) just pick moments from their life, and sometimes the stories are quite surprisingly interesting!

(BTW Izzy, I recall at least dozen times when our cows broke through fences, were found nearly mile away. I used to wonder, "How come this only (always) happened on cold, windy, snowy night about 3 AM???--that the phone call from angry farmer would inform us of the intrusion into his own peaceful sleep!!!)
Love and PEACE!
Steve

Brian Miller said...

ugh...gets a little scary when what you are reading becomes all too real in your life....storms are nothing to play with as well...

Tess Kincaid said...

Four steps ahead, indeed...

Laurie Kolp said...

Creative response to the pic prompt...

Helen said...

Fantasy morphing into reality .. great story!!

Lyn said...

I really like the way this flows..I could see it all!

Linda said...

Just Saying, It never seems to work the opposite way, where instead of avoiding a catastrophe, you read about a genie arriving at your door with armfuls of good health and happiness to bestow upon your family. I enjoyed your story and I'm glad your calf was rescued. Thank you for sharing this Izzy. =D

Sue said...

Love how this works. So well put together.

=)

Dave King said...

This works for me - completely.

Karen S. said...

Wow, what a moving piece- mind the storm and never forget ever to take the dog out! hahahahaha

Margaret said...

cows... they aren't always as accommodating as people think! :)

Kutamun said...

Fore warned is fore armed !

SilverGardenia said...

I like "four steps ahead." thanks for sharing.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Excellent story of fiction threatening to become reality...

Anna :o]

Sue J said...

Life imitating art! Nice piece.