The Strike
(97 words)

I remember that ramshackled barn from my childhood, when Lucy yelled “Don’t go in” and I didn’t listen. I heard the sound. Silence then strike.

Lucy rushed to father. Father rushed to mother and the buckboard bearing both of them flew through the field. They placed me in the back. Apple, the horse, was lathered and gasping as they pulled up to the doctor's office. He did all he could and then could do no more.

From the age of seven, I've lived in this wheelchair because of a trip to the barn and a rattler.