By Salvatore Difalco
The goat was not worried. The goat had seen and heard it all.
They were always fighting. They couldn’t help themselves. Everything set them off.
They argued about dust. As if dust didn’t surround them. As if dust didn’t become them.
They argued about the children. As if the children listened to them. As if the children respected them.
They argued about money. As if there were any. As if there’d ever be any.
They argued about the goat. Whether to milk it or not. Whether to eat it or not.
But today was their last time arguing about the goat.
The story has great rhythm. And I love how you revealed the marriage through the eyes of the goat. Poor goat!
Very rhythmic and intriguing. So much going on in so little space. Well done,
Great little story, with a smashing last line.
I like how different it was.
This really captures the reader, drawing them in. Great!