Friday Fictioneers 12-15-2016

ff

horses-in-snow

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He watched the horses through the snow, Winston whining at his feet. This was the life he’d wanted: his own man, beholden to no one, but not like this. He’d been lost when Sandy died, not sure he wanted to go on, but what then would happen to Denny and the other horses?  To Winston?

“Come on, boy. Let’s get the stock in the barn. Ain’t got enough sense between’em to get outa the snow.”

The air outside hung fresh and clean and crisp, scented with pine needles and the growing storm. He stepped into the pasture, horses raising their heads to watch him come.

19 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers 12-15-2016

  1. The melancholy and loneliness in this is palpable, but he has found a purpose in caring for the animals, and they can be great comfort. Maybe eventually he can open up to other people.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s