Genre: Mental Health Narrative
Died With His Boots On
The choking acrid smoke always came first, leaving her gasping for breath a decade later. The clanging of the fire bell would startle her but it was the screams of the trapped horses that brought on the panic attack. The shrink had said, “It would help to stop the dream before the horses cry, before your Dad reaches the blazing barn, before your Mother weeps.” But the barn always burns, her Mother and the horses never stop crying and her Dad’s headstone still reads.
Here Lies A True Montana Cowboy. Died With His Boots On and Saved A Few Good Mounts.
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