PEACE PIPE - a story in under 100 words

PEACE PIPE
The old warrior sat peacefully watching the sunset. He didn’t bother to move as his cousin dismounted.Dropping the reins, Standing Tree folded his considerable height into a chair. “Why are you sitting out here, Running Wolf?”“I wanted a pipe.” Running Wolf blew a perfect smoke-ring into the still air and watched it slowly dissolve.“But you’d be more comfortable by your fire.”“Warmer, maybe, but pipe-smoke makes my woman cough.”“You are the chief of the tribe, cousin!”“Everywhere else, yes, but not in my tepee.”.................................................................Renee Heath's atmospheric photo brought this story to mind instantly. All I needed was to write it down - isn't it great when that happens? For other interpretations of her photo you can follow the links from Rochelle's blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/  - and have a go at writing a story yourself, why don't you?


Living in the south of England we don't get nearly as much snow as some, but my garden looked very pretty this morning under a thin white blanket.