Week 12 Microfiction - Iron

Two Sentence:

A fatal slip has been made. Texas Red did not clear leather before he met his match.

Dribble:

The Arizona ranger was a drifter; he'd come to take an outlaw back dead or alive. His bounty was that of Texas Red, whose pistol held one and nineteen notches. The presence of the ranger was relayed to Texas Red & the two were to meet at twenty past eleven. Never has the swiftness of the ranger been matched, speed unknown to any man, unseen by any eye before that day. Texas Red's pistol remained in its holster as the ranger made his mark. Oh did Texas Red ever make a fatal slip, as the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip.


Author's Note:
One of my all-time favorite artists is Marty Robbins. He's just the absolute essential early country artist for anyone hoping to explore that genre. I believe he should hold the top spot that is currently occupied by one Mr. Hank Williams (even though Hank is a legend as well). I set out to do two quick little entries summarizing/reworking the song 'Big Iron', which is likely Marty's most popular song. This was a fun project, as it meant I got to listen to Big Iron with a very specific purpose.


Photo Credit & Source Material
Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs | Marty Robbins

Microfiction: Ice

Hint Fiction: Lubricus

One step further than the right amount, confidence of the most detrimental degree. One moment of peace, before all falls out; the feet once trusted fail the owner, as the ground becomes all too familiar.


Dribbles: Rickety

The ankle always trusted is now compromised; interest leads to downfall. As the body once strong falls to the earth, strength was the demise. We see pride leading into failure, but rarely do we see motivation touting surrender.


Author's Note:

This is my attempt at being somewhat succinct in writing; this is no small task for me as I tend to be somewhat flowery in writing. Both of these little 'stories' are centered in reality, as making my way to class today was somewhat terrifying. I currently don't have any stability in my left ankle as I tore the ligaments extensively in a climbing accident, so even the slightest slip on the sidewalk ice was problematic as I can't catch myself or balance effectively whatsoever. These stories use my current lack of faith in my body and more importantly the reason for this issue to explore the lack of confidence brought about by the loss of stability in walking. The stories vary in that the first is focused more on the walking material, hence the use of Lubricus, and explores a bit more the emotion of slipping and falling not due to the owner, but due to the lack of sureness in footing. However, the second story focuses more on the failure of the owner to handle the walking well, and as such is more self-deprecating and defeated in tone.


Photo Credit:
Grey Patch | Kurt Bauschardt