12-2-17 (The World, Hunters, Homesteading, Remodeling, Family, Photos)

Scrumptious, sense-imagery piece from Iowa-based writer Austin McMulin on his family’s recent new home/homestead journey…enjoy.

First Draft

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The World. Two dogs about to fight, while the pack swarms around them, riled with the spirit of it. Except, they’re not really dogs at all. Screaming steel eagles, with Easter eggs, for hell’s pleasure, tucked in under the wings. They screech through space, saying much simply; we are here.

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Hunter stopped by, napped a good one. Young buck, right through the heart. Helped me drag it to the back of the pick-up, requested the antlers, told me to spray it out, pack it out with a 10lb bag of ice.

Hands stunk after, and you couldn’t help but smell them. Stare at it. I had to flip it around in the truck to wash it out. Through out the day, bits of blood and spits coagulated on the bumper.

Was told the butcher was a religious man, would only be open for a couple hours in the evening. Call…

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About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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