A bit of Flash Fiction for Mondays Finish the Story. You may be inclined to think I do these Flash challenges because I’m a dullard and can’t think of my own blog posts without a prompt, and you’d not be entirely wrong. Yet, I also do it as I might do sprints if training for a long run–focusing closely on form and whatnot (I’m not a runner, so not sure why I’m using this analogy) for that short distance in order to use that later in my marathon (um, the sprint is the 150 word Flash, and the marathon is my novels…get it?).
Alright, enough intro. Here’s the story.
The house of Don Francisco sat in a remote part of the desert. Yet, he still flew the flag—this was Texas after all.
“Mi amore, I’m going out to raise the stars and stripes.” He let his wife know what he was up to, even after forty years, because that was love.
As he stepped out into the chill of the desert morning, he caught movement in the scrub. A flash of reddish fur and a clever eye told him who it was.
“Buenas dias, señor. Good hunting last night?”
The coyote stared for a stretching moment before sliding away to disappear into the desert. They were shy creatures, not ones for conversation.
Francisco gazed out at the red and yellows of the land, thinking how this was once Mexico, and before that, home to the Pueblo. But at the very beginning, it was home to coyote. That made him feel good.
“Buen caza, amigo. May you find a fat cotton-tail.”