June 1

Wild horses

… A little, coal like dot was curled in a ball amongst the galloping flow of white. Every time it tried to recover, it would be trampled on and forced back to the floor. The puny foal was left unnoticed by the surge of marble-white horses and lay exhausted in the coarse undergrowth. Stealing the girl’s attention, somebody emerged from the wood. A nut brown man with yellow teeth, a slanted, wide-rimmed hat and leather boots came charging out. A silver, semi-automatic pistol sat comfortably in a pouch around his waist.

“Strawberry?” he called in a gruff voice with a strong West American accent. He ran over to the worn out foal, eyes swimming. The girl was afraid of the man at first and was shocked to see him sobbing over the foal. She could see how the milky horses had been scared of him; but then, you can never judge a book by it’s cover.


Posted June 1, 2020 by arthur19 in category Uncategorized

1 thoughts on “Wild horses

  1. mrsmurrin

    You built an intense atmosphere here Arthur- fast action and then the mysterious character. The name Strawberry surprised me: does this match with the character? Or are you helping me to not judge by the cover?

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