Oatmeal and the Secret Suitcase

This is my triangle. You know, pick two. Yeah, that. The obvious solution is to write a best selling book and then, a best selling series. Thus, money for bills and animals.

As my fellow writers can attest, it is no simple task, nor is it very realistic. I have no patience and no attention span. I write about a sentence every five years, and each sentence belongs to a different project.

I’m pretty much stuck; in every aspect of my life right now, but that’s a whole other mess of nonsensical words.

Pinterest put me up to the idea of trying flash fiction. I’ve been stuck on my stories, and maybe if I practice getting to the point…

Anyway, I decided I had to write one; something, anything yesterday, so I had a blank word document opened, and I watched episode after episode of Girl Meets World. I told myself I needed to write something that night or I wouldn’t sleep. The next day was an early morning shift, so with ten minutes before the news cast, I hand wrote this piece on the back of the script. It doesn’t quite wrap up like a story should, but I felt like it was enough to start off. Maybe I’ll add to it later. Maybe I won’t, but I like what I wrote.

So without further ado, here is Oatmeal and the Secret Suitcase: 

The light brown calf and I were just a few steps into our journey when his nose bumped into my left shoulder for the fifth time. I turned around and held his jaws in both my hands, and we stood face to face, unmoving. His pale blue eyes were clouded in gray like two shiny marbles. Oatmeal was blind. 

I hadn’t thought about his eyesight since he found his way to me just fine. I took the end of the rope that rested on his back and wrapped it around my left arm, giving enough space between us while also letting him know where I was. In my right hand was the suitcase no one knew I had. 

Maybe this will be a blog project, and I’ll add something weekly. A practice of discipline. Or not. No promises. I was inspired by a news story about Oatmeal from the Fort Worth stock show, and I was listening to a song called Secret Suitcase by a band that played at the rodeo and performed in studio.

Until next time.

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