So, I'm getting back on the horse with my 'one piece of short fiction a month' goal and managed to shove this one over the finish line... it was kind of a bugger, to be honest, but once I let the main character/narrator tell the story in her own voice instead of telling it for her, it felt complete.
The Missus thinks there's more there... and you know what? She might be right- but in the meantime, for your viewing and reading pleasure:
The Night Paul Bunyan Died
(I owe y'all two short stories... will hopefully make up the deficit soon.)