"Texas Independence & Beef Ribs"
Sundae tumbled backward onto the grass with a soft thud, bandana slightly crooked but prize secured. Someone gasped. A child laughed. A man said, “Well, I’ll be.”
Sundae did not run. Running would suggest wrongdoing. She trotted, filled with all the pride of a princess. The rib dragged behind her like a ceremonial sword in a parade.
S. E. Presley
26 minutes ago3 min read
