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Western Short Stories
Sharon Frame Gay
Author's Bio. of Sharon Frame Gay
Sharon Frame Gay grew up a child of the highway, playing by the side of the road. Her work has appeared in many anthologies and magazines around the world, including Typehouse, Gravel, Fiction on the Web, Literally Stories, Lowestoft Chronicle, Thrice Fiction, Literary Orphans, Indiana Voice Journal, Crannog Magazine, and others. Her work has won prizes at Women on Writing, The Writing District and Owl Hollow Press. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee. You can find her on Amazon Author Central as well as Facebook as Sharon Frame Gay-Writer.
Western Short Stories by Sharon Frame Gay
THE CORN CRIB
Sharon Frame Gay
Journal of Elizabeth Cuthbert
"The day the Sioux attacked our farm, I was in the hog pen with my mother, tossing scraps to the pigs from last night's supper. Mama grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the small corn crib in the corner of the pen. She shoved me in, covered my body with cobs. Read the full story HERE>>
Bitter Falls
Sharon Frame Gay
Lily peered out the window of her sparsely furnished room to the street below. She could see the entire length of Main Street that wound through Bitter Falls like a fat, filthy snake. Rain had been falling for three days now, churning mud beneath the horses' hooves as they made their way up and down the thoroughfare. Today the poor animals were covered in mire past their fetlocks, the wagons carving ruts that would linger until spring. Read the full story HERE>>
Prairie
Sharon Frame Gay
As far as Polly could see, there was nothing but endless prairie stretching towards the horizon. Waves of wild wheat and grasses surrounded the trail, leaving just enough room for the covered wagons in single file. The path was rutted and dry, billowing clouds of dust reaching up from the ground, threatening to choke Polly in the late afternoon sun. Read the full story HERE>>
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