The old woman, knew a picture of the child standing next to the pony, would be adorable.
Karen trusted her Grandmother completely but she was still scared.
“Stand next to her like this, Karen. There’s no need to be afraid.”
The pony kicked Grandma in the arse while the young girl laughed her’s off .
This post is a little fiction and a little true story. I hunted high and low for the pic I was referring to but I think my Mum has it. Thanks to Missy for reminding me of the above pic (which I used instead). It was taken after my first riding lesson. So began my love of horses.
Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss -G-MAN. If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!