Six Sentence Sunday, Mar 18 (Not My Apocalypse)

The other two couldn’t stop laughing and I told them to shut up because they were making the horses nervous. I got right back up on the horse (there’s a metaphor about that, isn’t there?) and this time I was a little more careful. There wasn’t anything to hold onto except the fiery mane so I grabbed that and hoped it wasn’t going to piss the horse off. He seemed okay with it.

So now I was sitting on a sun horse and I wasn’t sure what to do next. “Um, giddyup?” I said.

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