Category: fiction(ish)

Strum Jim awoke feeling well-done. Like he’d been turning on a rotisserie all night. The pain in his hip and thigh had kept him turning over, trying to find a comfortable position. The rain on the tin roof was comforting, as always. He loved the sound as much as anyone. But the dripping down the flu was disturbing. As always. Twang It was keeping time, alternately strumming and twanging. Irregular time. There was something beautiful about it. But Jim had installed the flu himself. The dripping sounded like failure. Strum The strumming and the twanging set off a song in his head. Lanie Lane was singing “You fell in lo-ove with a Cowboy. And that’s what you get”. One of his favourites. It reminded him of snippets of his dream. Cowboys. Jim was trying to take over a farm, from some heavily armed cowboys. Or a heavily armed farm. There was a stables – with no sides. Well, half tall walls. With a trough on top. And lots of guns. Dreaming...