Fifty-word story 
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!