My legs straddled the horse and I desperately held the reins with both hands as I bobbed up and down awkwardly, unable to find the rhythm. Pain encroached upon my hips and thighs and my arms stretched back from the horse’s mane, as I attempted to grasp control of the animal’s motions. My chest slammed … More Tonight We Ride – A Flash Fiction Story
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Lake George, NY when I snapped this pic.It would have been a great picture of a horse and buggy, if I had not been one second too late, and instead got the horse’s butt. I have not yet read my owner’s manual for my camera, although I’ve owned … More One second too late: my fine photography skills
So why can’t I find my car keys? (with apologies to Ray Evans and Bob Livingston) This morning I was driving to a doctor’s appointment, and… And no one can talk to a horse, of course… I made a wrong turn and was on the road for a different doctor’s office, unless…. Unless, of course, … More A horse is a horse, of course, of course….
