Flash Fiction: Kiss a Cowboy
Courtesy of the Artist from Dusker ©Dylan Lewis
It’s all a blur, until its over. Then, nothing else seems quite as real. Reaching for the screeching kettle, the sleepy once upon a timer once again tried to connect the dots. Sore back, shin splints, rattled knees. The old man poured the coffee and went out back to see his girl, who’d aged just as quickly as himself. Her eyes were dense, like the hot liquid in the cowboy’s cup. The wind blew in the stables and rattled the doors. The cowboy closed his eyes. The screaming breeze sounded just like the crowds of yesterday. The cowboy blew a kiss and walked away.
