Maia Inniss
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I haven't written much since I graduated college (for a degree in nothing to do with writing), but here goes nothing!
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A Life for a Life
My son was 12 days away from his first birthday when my father in law died. In the house after everyone left the hospital, I was the only one still crying. Everyone had a hot dog, or a hamburger, or potato salad and a beer. I couldn't imagine eating so I went outside and my fiance followed me with our son. He let me cry about his dad until I was ready to eat something and our son was done playing on the tire swing. Everyone inside patted me on the back and smiled at me, one person asked if I was going to make it. This wasn't my dad, but I fed him like he was. He brought me flour and I gave him scones. I only knew him for 4 years before I could never know him any better, but I knew enough to know that I wish I knew more. No matter how long someone is in the hospital, the ease of their passing does not increase.
By Maia Inniss4 years ago in Families
Fall in Montana
Horses. Oh my god there they are, just down this hill and into the next valley. I can see them, but they haven’t noticed me. My God, I can’t believe I almost forgot what horses look like, I can’t believe they’re here. They look more regal than I remember I must admit. Their manes are dreaded and long, their hair is matte and has raised tufts from battles won and lost. I am so envious of them; they look so free. And why would they not? They’re with their families, healthy, and strong. To top it all off we are in Big Sky Country, so what better place than here to be a horse? I understand why the rumors around them place them all in this side of the country. Aside from the South, this is the only region I can remember there being real cowboys, ranches, and buckin’ broncos.
By Maia Inniss5 years ago in Fiction
