Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Seventy-Two

Never wanted nobody, and nobody but me never wanted to live here. It’s fryin’ hot in summer and bitter cold in winter, but it’s home. 

Then my wolves found him layin’ in the snow. They come to fetch me. He musta fell from a hoss. Broke his thighbone good, and he was pretty near frozen. Got him on a litter and doctored him best we could. 

“Who are you?” I asks later.


By spring he could hobble about on two sticks.

It was high summer when he come to my bed.

Twenty winters later he’s still here. 

My nobody…

©️jj 2019

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