A Horse
I should like to be a horse
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
I should like to be a horse
Doug is dressed in his party best
“So, I know something you don’t know.
Matted-hair and rotted teeth
I entered the ballroom and searched for her in a sea of gowns and tuxedo.
Captain Hook, he climbed the deck
Caveat Emptor.
“Hold the elevator, please,” said Trudy.
Carol Bannister placed the breakfast tray in front of her Aunt Jessica and stood staring out the window at the autumn leaves swirling about the grounds.
My hand’s all numbers so what the heck?
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?
I woke up dreaming of gold, which was weird, because I normally crave coffee.