“When the riders come I’m going to tell them they can’t ride Ginger. He’s my horse.”
The little girl peaked from behind the kitchen curtain watching the men saddling the gentle horse. The giant that was her friend.
The bold conversations were with herself. She watched, year after year as the gathering crew left the barn. Her Ginger was always with them and she was always going to give those guys what for!
She was timid and shy. Her voice and nerve buried beneath the monster. Slaying the demon that kept her quiet and alone would happen, one day.
The little girl peaked from behind the kitchen curtain watching the men saddling the gentle horse. The giant that was her friend.
The bold conversations were with herself. She watched, year after year as the gathering crew left the barn. Her Ginger was always with them and she was always going to give those guys what for!
She was timid and shy. Her voice and nerve buried beneath the monster. Slaying the demon that kept her quiet and alone would happen, one day.
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - March 9, 2016 - Write a monster story.
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