Monday, August 13, 2012

Circled Words Form A New Story

Before The Lark

Don't Shoot!
What do you want?

A muffled voice disquited the dog
He whined
Thor, calm down!

She didn't detect anything threatening
her glance traveled suspiciously into a brown face
He pushed his hat back on
I scared you, he said

I saw your horse
I went for my gun

He turned,
his tone serious
I come from Kansas City
I ain't well
a cloud darkened the morning.

---William James, 08/13/2012

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