I liked mah grits with milk ‘n sugah, which earnt me a whuppin’ more‘en once.
“Youse Southern bone-n-bred, boy. Ack lac it,” Pepaw said, scrapin’ mah plate to the dawgs purt near ever’ mornin’. “Dang Yankee,” he muttered.
Didn’t make no differnts though, I doused ’em good. Them grits, Yankee-style, taste like fraydum.
Lisa H. Owens
Created for a 53-word February 2023 prompt:
We can credit Roman calendar development around the Lunar Year for this shortened period called February. This month, for many, is a difficult one marked by hard weather and taxing conditions. Our resident cowboy poet posited, “When they were determining the months, they took days away from this one out of sheer dread.” Write a 53-word story about grit.
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