He stood chest out, hands on hips, staring down the soul of the horses. It was like he was daring them. Snowy and browny were the only two horses with enough courage to raise their head while the others bowed to Sir’s domineering presence.
What the lovely Lady Dominica saw in him, the horses wondered. Sir was nothing more than an empty barrel with little empathy towards anyone but himself, they gossiped. The horses knew the moment lady Dominica said “yes” to the cocky son of a gun’s proposal, they’ll be the first to go. It was a miserable thought.
Lady Dominica had found out about sir’s underhand plans. She strode down the ranch, looked Sir in the eyes and proclaimed, “Sir, you can shove your proposal up your…“, she caught herself, not wanting to curse in front of her horses. She turned around to walk away then said, “Oh, and I’m keeping the ring. Now we are even”.
word count: 159. This story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Scott, author of the blog Scott’s Place, Thank you. And now to some conspiracies, what do you think Sir must have done to Piss Lady Dominica off that much?
￼ He was a golden brown marian breed with long black mane. A white patch ran across the medial section of his face, making him stand out among the other horses.
“His name’s Spirit”, Anna said as she noticed Richard’s gaze fixated on her horse. Richard turned to face a smallish young lady standing at many feet below him. He noticed her oval face and blond hair cut into a shoulder length bob. She had sky-blue eyes which was enhanced by a winged eyeliner.
Richard shied his gaze away lest she caught him staring and Anna got down to bussiness. She narrated in a matter of fact manner, her ordeal with H, how she escaped and her belief that Richard’s daughter, was H’s present target. She explained to Richard the scene she met at H’s place and the implicating details on his computer.
“I’ll get them to you tomorrow”, Anna promised. She led Richard to his car, parked at the pavement of the stable’s lake. Unknown to either, a pair of eyes at the lake had seen them.
Word count: 177. This post is in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me right from the 1st part and welcome to all new readers :). P.S- there is no “Marian” horse breed (i made that up 🙈). You can find all the previous parts of Blackouts: HERE A little tip, Part 9 may or may not be intertwined with this 🙂