BanWynn Oakshadow has been a writer, photographer and artist since 1978, when his poetry won a state contest for high school students, and national the following year. He grew up in rural Ohio, lived for many years in Arizona and Colorado, and now resides in Sweden. His photography, flash fiction and poetry attempt to capture the ‘ku’ of a moment in Nature, growing up as a farm boy, and American Indian and Viking history. He frequently donates his poetry and fiction to animal charity anthologies.
This ten word story was typed on a manual Remington Quiet-Riter c. 1955. Let’s call him James after the man who cared so very well for this machine.
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