West With Giraffes

by Lynda Rutledge

Few true friends have I known and two were giraffes, one that didn’t kick me dead and one that saved my worthless orphan life and your worthy, precious one.

So, here and now, before it’s too late, I am writing it all down on the chance a good soul reads these words and helps them find their way to you.

This is such a great start to the story. Great hook.

. . . I’m older than dirt.

Or my wives, so many wives. Or the graves, so many graves. Or the goodbyes, so many goodbyes.

Love the repetition

With that, the logjam inside me busted wide, and I lay there sobbing like the lost boy I was.

The giraffes were bound for the land of milk and honey.