The Wind and the Widow (174 Words)
Mrs. Lade found him in the creek just past Mr. Tips’s new fence. At first she thought he was only a lump of clothes, he was so thin and light. But when she realized she didn’t ask questions, but took the man in her arms like wet laundry and brought him home.
“I knew that Mr. Tips’ fence was no good,” Mrs. Lade said. “The old land-stealer. He’ll have my home before long. I hope you’re not hurt.”
“I’m the wind,” said the man.
“Oh are you?” said Mrs. Lade. “But you sit still and rest, and you’ll be alright.”
“You saved me,” said the man. “I will help you.”
Mrs. Lade kept the fire burning. When all was quiet, she went to sleep in her favorite chair. When she woke, the man was gone.
She looked outside for him and saw something that made her squint with wonder. A new-built mill was turning and inside was freshly ground grain. She would never have to sell her land with the wind working the mill.
Written in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers‘ photo prompt. Check it out!