Friday, January 22, 2010

Horse Lover

Horse Lover

“Get out of my way.” I shoved Silver Bullet aside and dumped her grain into the bucket. I held the halter and caressed her neck. Time was at a premium, but one had to be careful around horses.

The next thing I knew I was pinned to the side of the stall.

Dawn would arrive in a quarter hour. People would come. This was not my horse and I couldn’t be here when they arrived. But, I was too weak from not eating in three nights to escape.

The mare munched on sweet feed as I struggled. The thousand pound nightmare was not the least bit concerned that I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t move.

How ironic, my wild craving for horses would be the end of me. The other vampires would laugh, I thought, as the sun rose. My tombstone would read, Killed by a Silver Bullet.

5 comments:

Linda said...

Ha! Great little twist, and so economical. Peace, Linda

DeborahB said...

Thanks, off to read your poem, right now. :)

J.C. Towler said...

Heh! Vampire equestrians. Nice flash, Debs.

--John

J.C. Towler said...

Hey Deborah,

I found this story while making my regular rounds, then I saw another link to it from Strother's Flash Friday site. I clicked the link, but there's something screwy and it didn't direct me here. You might want to check it yourself.

(http://jmstrother.com/MadUtopia/)

--John

DeborahB said...

Hmm, John, thanks. I'll check it out.