Thursday, April 12, 2012

Bitten (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing


“Ah!” She grabbed her arm and stumbled backwards. She landed on the ground with a soft thump and lurched forward to grab her twitching leg, squeezing tight with slippery fingers in an attempt to stop the blood. The glare she threw over her shoulder said more than her mouth would have.

The horse seemed to laugh.

“What were you doing?" Justin sputtered. "I told you not to-!" He jerked the reins, hard. "You'll have to stay here. You can't ride in this condition.”

"That's fine." She smiled, weakly. “When I said ‘bite me’ I didn’t mean it literally.”

The horse and rider standing above snorted in perfect unison. “Just wait until.” Justin promised. “We’ll be back.”

“Right.” She winced. “Switch horses while you’re at it!”

The pesky horse in question merely tossed its head.

(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: Heehee...betcha weren't thinking about that kind of a bite... :P