Of Kilts

free writing of being a highland competitor

The sound of bagpipes pulled at me the moment I stepped out of the  car. Their melancholy  wail pulling at my soul. 

"Hurry up Travis!" I huffed, tugging up my socks and adjusting my kilt.  I twisted my hair back into a messy ponytail before shouldering  my gear and carrying my pitchfork like a lone member of an angry mob, I headed to the field.

 

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[Gee]

For some reason this reminded me of the movie Shrek, perhaps it was the angry mob.
Good morning/ evening