/lit/ - Literature

The sun hung purple just over the worlds edge by the time Master Roof and Mrs Braithwaite had disembarked at the farm.

Mrs Braithwaite lapped from a trough of water on her hands and knees, her hair that had clung to her face from sweat now swirled on the surface of the trough, causing her reflection to appear as if that of a Medusa.

Roof took up a length of rope that lay idle upon a fencepost and gently secured Mrs Braithwaites neck to the trough, "easy girl," he said, rubbing her back, "easy girl."

The very sight of his had already brought the family out of the house, and they stood all about staring.

"Dylan!" roared the elder Mr Roof, "have you stolen this mare?" and he hobbled toward them on his crutches, "what in tarnation do you think you're doing!" he exclaimed, and clanged one of the crutches against the shell of the trough.

The younger Roof produced the sauages from his waistband, "it ain't like that Papa," he said, "I was doing her a favor, a Mexican had tried to steal these sausages from her, and so I shot him three times and butchered him with my cleaver,"

"You did what?!" roared the elder Mr Roof, and he nearly fell from his crutches, "oh lordy lordy lordy," he cried, his mind racing through all the possible outcomes and causes of what had transpired. Fundamentally he did not trust his elder son to be entirely truthful. More pressing concern, however, was the addition of a hungry and thirsty mare to the farm; one which they could ill afford to keep, with the climate change being as bad as it was and having taken a toll on the plantain crop which supported their family in all possible ways: to produce rubber from the meat of the vegetable and a fine broth from the skins which enabled them to stave off the crippling hunger pains.

"Tarnation," he repeated, but relented some when he saw tears bein to well in his sons eyes, "but you did what you thought was right," he declared, "and you a good boy, deep down."

The father and son embraced.

"Well," said the elder Mr Roof, "if'n you's wanting to keep the mare sh's going to have to earn her keep. I reckon she's a good rider she can pull a plow just as well," and he prodded Mrs Braithwaites hips, "she sure looks strong," he mused, "and delectable," and he licked his lips.

"Can we keep her, can we keep her," the children were calling, and upon the look their fathers face turning from ash to conciliation they all cried aloud with joy and began climbing upon Mrs Braithwaite, pulling at her hair, rubbing at her body and flipping at her teats while she drank deep from the trough.

The father and son went into the house, with their arms around each others shoulder and speaking of sausages.


Yes, it had been a profitable day, all things considered, for the Roof family.

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>Read the Bible go to church.
just like i did!

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