Visual Dare #32


It wasn’t fair. Daddy rode by himself, and so did big Sissa, but not Amelia, and she rode better than they did. Prancer’d told her so.

Daddy was just a big old fraidy-cat ever since Momma left, but when Amelia looked outside and saw big fluffy snowflakes, she knew she’d go riding today.

The sun wasn’t up, not really, when Amelia climbed up on Prancer and trotted down the lane. He wanted to run today, she thought, and laughed. Prancer laughed too, knowing Amelia didn’t understand him as well as she’d thought. Today they wouldn’t run at all. They’d fly.


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