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.
Nice write, poor man loosing Sani, He will get through the winter with the animals to care for.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, I believe he will. Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely writing
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much.
LikeLike
Ah, nice. Well articulated story! It got me in it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for the nice words.
LikeLike
Lovely take, melancholy but a sense of hope with his caring for the animals. Well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Iain’s right – there is a sense of hope and purpose about the piece.
LikeLiked by 1 person
There is, thanks. I wanted the story to be hopeful instead of….. shall we say, my usual stories:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
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.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am hopeful he will open up again., Thanks for coming by.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A sad story, of hard times at christmas,
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. Sad but hopeful. Thanks for the read and comment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Connie,
A well constructed scene. I felt as if I were there.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many thanks.
LikeLike
Poignant, beautifully written story.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome.
LikeLiked by 1 person