I noticed a really cool little writing prompt with a group called Friday Fictioneers, so I thought I’d give it a go. You’re supposed to tell a story in a hundred words based off the picture. Here’s my lil’ attempt.
What was taking her so long? The pasture beneath his hooves was nearly a swamp! Should have been here by now. Been here to scold him like she always did. Give him one of those harsh talking tos that ended in sweet chuckles and a sugar cube.
It was fun to hear the old man curse his name in the distance while she stormed out in her dresses that always flowed like a well groomed mane.
But this had been going on two weeks now, and there were no sugar cubes. No dresses. No her.
He refused to let go.
Picture: Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy