Today’s lesson: Be careful who you steal horses from, especially if you don’t know much about horses, and even more especially if you don’t know much about who you’re stealing them from!
Photo credit: Ingo Ronner
Garn glared at the horses as though expecting an attack. Untrustworthy, these foreign beasts. Biters. He wished they’d never stolen them.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned, sword drawn.
“Oh, you’re back. Took you long enough, Waj. Supposed to be two men guarding them, always.”
“Don’t worry. Why don’t you sleep? It’ll be fine.”
Waj sounded funny to Garn. Slurry. What was— A huge yawn interrupted Garn’s thoughts. “Yeah, suppose so.” He slumped to the ground.
The other figure opened the gate, and offered some rose-nuts to the gray horse. The horse whinnied and shied away, then sniffed and started eating.
“Can’t ever fool you, can I?” The woman—now—stroked the gray’s neck. The other horses approached, nudging her for nuts. She untied them, murmuring constantly.
Then she waited.
In the main camp, shouts rang out. “Fire!”
Grasping the gray’s mane, she leapt up. At her soft whistle, the other horses followed them out. Moving quietly, they passed Waj, sound asleep against a tree.
She leaned forward, patting the horse’s neck. “Let’s go home.”
Word count: 175
This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge, with a limit of 100-175 words. The actual photo prompt that inspired the story is below. Click on the blue frog to see the other authors’ stories. Thanks as always to Priceless Joy for organizing this!
Photo provided by Scott, author of the blog, Scott’s Place
(Sorry, I don’t know the link.)