PEACE PIPE
The old warrior sat peacefully
watching the sunset. He didn’t bother to move as his cousin dismounted.
Dropping the reins, Standing Tree
folded his considerable height into a chair. “Why are you sitting out
here, Running Wolf?”
“I wanted a pipe.” Running Wolf blew
a perfect smoke-ring into the still air and watched it slowly dissolve.
“But you’d be more comfortable by
your fire.”
“Warmer, maybe, but pipe-smoke makes
my woman cough.”
“You are the chief of the tribe,
cousin!”
“Everywhere else, yes, but not in my
tepee.”
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Renee Heath's atmospheric photo brought this story to mind instantly. All I needed was to write it down - isn't it great when that happens? For other interpretations of her photo you can follow the links from Rochelle's blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ - and have a go at writing a story yourself, why don't you?
