This week’s prompt is: The snow fell and fell
The large Malamute stood stiff-legged and growling in font of the cabin door. The winter storm was howling outside, and Caleb couldn’t hear anything above that and the sound of the fire in his fireplace.
“Do you hear something outside, Girl? Who would be crazy enough to be out in this?”
When he walked to the door, Caleb could hear the unmistakable sound of a goat yelling. Stepping out onto the porch, he took in the scene. A goat was stuck in his blackberry bramble, caught on its leash.
A leash?
A woman was pulling at the strap, trying to untangle it.
The new neighbor?
“Can I help you?” Caleb grabbed his coat from inside and jumped down off the porch.
She turned and gave him a little wave. “Oh, I won’t bother you, I’ll get Betsy unstuck and head home.”
“You should wait out the storm here.” Caleb broke one of the branches caught in the leash.
She straightened up and pulled the now-freed goat towards her. “Thanks, but home isn’t that far, really.”
“This is your first winter here, isn’t it.” The early darkness made the forest foreboding and the snow fell and fell.
“This is my first winter with snow at all.” She laughed to herself.
“You’ll never make it back the two miles to your place, it’ll be a whiteout soon. Put the goat in with my sheep—she’ll behave won’t she—and come on in by the fire.”
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