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100 Word Flash Fiction:
He's a Mean One
There in the fading light I spot the barbed wire fence. Papa used to warn us to stay away from there; he’d say, “That bull is a mean one.”
I smile walking up to the tangled and rusted wire. The sound of his voice floods my memory, it seems like yesterday, and I can him chasing us kids.
Laughter would ring out through the pastures, as we raced to the farmhouse where Grandma would be waiting with cookies. The house is now gone as are they. There’s nothing left but this old piece of barbed wire fence and happy memories.