BOLT FOR THE COLT
By Neel Anil Panicker
The sea always held him in a trance. Especially now, close to dusk, with the entire beach at his disposal, and with the waters, all calm and azure, beckoning him ala a mermaid.
They were near the turnaround and David could see that Jennifer was enjoying herself__inhaling in the cool evening breeze that blew in from a near empty sea barring the lone boat that tossed about in the frothy waters.
But when she puffed in breath through her nostrils, the vibrations coming in a loud purring sound, David knew it was time to let her go.
He loosened the rein, bent her down to a walk, and then sliding one hand down the left rein, brought her to a stop.
Jennifer flicked her ears back and forth; rolled her eyes; and then in a final gesture of disapproval tucked her tails and shrivelled.
“Here son, take her. From now, she is all yours”.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Iain Kelly. Thank you Iain for our prompt photo!
FFfAW Challenge-Week of December 27, 2016
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Week of 12-27 through 01-02-2017