No sooner do I get something posted for this week's Friday Fictioneers prompt, when another idea slams into me. I like this one a little better, but I decided to leave both posted. Any and all comments and criticisms will be appreciated and considered. Thanks.
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The prompt, courtesy Madison Woods.
Ted paused, stealing a moment to admire the bird swooping and soaring above his head, gliding from one thermal to another as it circled the property. The breathtaking beauty of its flight striking counterpoint to its appearance before it settled on the limb of the dying cottonwood. The buzzard folded his wings and turned his head, meeting Ted’s eye, issuing a silent promise. After a moments reflection, Ted shouldered the sack of corn. He’s a farmer, ignoring harbingers of dying crops, broken machinery, low sale prices, and high taxes is just part of his job description. Right now, the cows needed to be fed.
If you're interested, the link to the first story I posted can be found here.