Finally finished (I hope) my first attempt at writing something utilizing a tiny bit of thought and imagination.
It is free.. a story of companionship.
Here is an excerpt from the story. It is a piece in work and it is called “The Old Wolf”… You can find it here.
The old man sat quietly on the steps of his small dilapidated log cabin overlooking the vastness of a high mountain meadow. His realization that his days were numbered rested quietly on his mind as he contemplated the many years he had lived a good life. He counted his good friends, good family and good memories and genuinely knew he had prospered where many others had not. High in the remote mountains, he had lived since his wife passed. He relished the seclusion away from the busy and overwhelming noise of civilization. The peace and quietness had helped sooth the loss in his life and rendered a spirituality that created a connection with the natural world. Here he was home.
As he sat quietly thinking, he heard the sound of padded feet come slowly around the cabin and stop close to where he was sitting. The old man slowly raised his head and knew that his only companion sat quietly in front of him. Their eyes met, relaying a trust and understanding of what friendship truly was. The old gray wolf, eyes showing that trust existed between them sat watching the old man.
“My friend,” the old man said slowly, “Our time is coming to an end. We have lived a long life, and we can leave knowing we did our best. Soon I will be gone and you need to understand my absence.”
The old wolf slowly rose to his feet and came closer to the old man. His eyes showed an understanding of what the old man had said and moved to nuzzle the man’s hands. A smile appeared on the old man’s weathered face. He remembered the first encounter with this animal. It was many years ago, when he first came to this high mountain meadow and began construction of his new and final log home. He had sat down to rest from felling a tree when he heard the sound of snapping dried brush. Startled, he turned to face a large wolf, close enough to see the reflection in it’s eyes. Fear kept the old man sitting, watching. They stared at each other for several minutes before the wolf turned and slowly ambled back into the forest from where he came. Unnerved, but with a sense of wonderment, the old man sat pondering what the hell that was all about. Something more different than anything he had ever encountered had happened….
ryeder…rv-visions
wow will you write his whole story.