Before dawn, Paw fed the horses, pigs and chickens.
It had snowed all night. It was going to be a rough day for setting traps.
Fresh eggs and ham were ready when I got up.
“A good breakfast will get you through the day,” Maw said.
We took the North end of the farm. Maw took the South end with Bubba.
Beaver skins helped make us money in winter.
No sign of Maw when we got home. Paw and I went out to find her.
She was slumped in the snow.
Bubba cried out, “Paw, Help”!
“Maw caught her foot”.
2016©Isadora De La Vega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
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