FRIDAY FICTION: Bide A Wee, Bully
Today is FRIDAY FICTION day, hosted by Patty over at Patterings . Don't forget to go over and read some of the other stories. This one was a story that did very well in the FAITHWRITERS CHALLENGE. In honour of our very own Calgary Stampede, here it is. Hope you enjoy it. BIDE A WEE, BULLY From between two of the steel rails in the gate, a rich brown orb placidly observed the crowd. The animal was tightly wedged in the box, but even if he had had more room, he wouldn’t have moved. “Bide a wee, bully,” his Scottish ancestors would have said. So he’d waited. There was no use wasting his energy at this point. He contented himself with looking, listening, and feeling. The stands were full of Stetsons, blue jeans, checkered shirts, and leather vests adorned with glitter and glitz—an eclectic mix of real cowboys and wannabes. He knew the spectators were watching him. He looked back at the crowd with the one eye at his disposal. From somewhere beyond him and above them,...