Two Horses
Fifty-word story [37]
Viera walked straight into the fencepost and grunted.
Angelo nuzzled against the blind mare and then guided her toward the water buckets, nudging her every step of the way.
Viera found the water and drank; the younger stallion stayed beside her the whole time.
Summer wind whipped through their manes.
Thank you for reading my fifty-word story, “Two Horses” — I hope you enjoyed it despite its brevity.
I’ve been meaning to write a “fifty” for quite some time, but nothing seemed to fit the bill. This particular story hit the sweet spot and I was able to trim it down to exactly fifty words.
As my slightly strange quest to write fifty “fifties” continues, feel free to check out some of my other fifty-word stories in the archives. (Here’s a link to “The Cardinal” which I wrote in May.)
Take care, everyone. Thanks for reading my work, and have a great weekend!
A lovely story, Justin. I remember when animal scientists claimed animals didn't feel emotions like love and I laughed at them. That has now been debunked and your story is an illustration of the love between those horses.
This story only needed fifty words. Brilliant opening line - exactly what fiction of any length, needs. And a last line that breathes like haiku. Try it aloud in the present tense, see what you think. More please. Sharron at LEAVES