I have the same argument with myself every time I move.
“Throw the old thing away,” says a voice near my left shoulder.
“Naw, keep it,” says the voice next to my other ear.
Turns out the right side always wins, and I hold onto the goat head.
It’s a memento of simpler times, I say to myself. Back when I lived right underneath everyone’s feet and didn’t have to send the IRS an activity report every April.
Hell, if I put on a suit and went outside these days – no one would even look twice.
I return! It’s been a while but I have not given up – there’s always time for scraps of strange tales to round out the week. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: