A big thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting this writing challenge: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Another thank you goes to Phylor, for providing the inspiring photo prompt this week. If you—the lovely person reading this—haven’t heard of or joined this challenge, please try it out. It’s a great way to connect with others and share stories. Check out PJ’s blog for more details and entertaining entries. You won’t regret it.
Now, to the story:
The car skids to a stop in front of the convenience store. Sal yanks the keys from the ignition and grabs my arm. His eyes threaten me before his words do. Then he goes inside.
I duck down and play with my bangs, waiting. Always waiting.
Finally, Mr. Maxillion saddles up beside the car with his horse and big belly. I look at him. The horse. Him. A thrill fills me as he goes inside the store.
I draw out Sal’s pistol from underneath my long skirt and race towards the bruised horse. She’s spooked, but I calm her with my own shaky hand and quickly untie her.
Oh God, this is it. I hop on top, more than ready. But she won’t budge. I woo and beg and twitch. Please! There’s no time. My gaze keeps flicking towards the store. Tears well up. I kick her on her side and hate myself. Still nothing.
The chime on the door sounds. I jump off and bolt into the nearby woods. Alone.
I saw the photo prompt and thought of open cages. How anyone and anything can get so used to being tied down, that even when they’re given the chance at being free, they don’t know what to do. They’ve forgetten how to “fly” or “move forward.” It’s morbid, but a true reality for many. Whether that’s physical, psychological, or emotional. ||| So yeah, I’m off to eat a cookie brownie now. Keep writing, reading, and living.