Sunday, January 22, 2012

Fences (Flash Fiction)


“Fences?” The horse snorted. “Do they really think mere fences can keep me in here?” There was a toss of the majestic head, the coppery mane streaming out in the afternoon breeze.

Her handler, the equally redheaded human, merely shrugged. “I don’t know, Fen. You’re lucky they let you have me as it is.” She stroked the sunny muzzle and smiled at the answering whicker. “Besides, you know it’s expensive to have a Horse Whisperer in the first place, you should be glad they scrape enough together to bring me here.”

Fen snorted again, pawing at the ground in agitation. “Why’d you have to be so expensive then? Why can’t you be nicer?”

“Nicer doesn’t get results.” The redhead sighed. “It just gets…fences.”

(c) Sara Harricharan


Joanne Sher said...

You're SOOO good!