By D. S. White
Looking outward toward the elevated lands, a dapple-gray gelding settles down to a life in the stables. The others know he’s run before and they respect, and fear him for it. In younger days, they too had wanted to follow their wild spirits, and leave this rope-tied world behind.
Sometimes, in the night, he succumbs to his dreams: rushing across the river to feed on the tall grass that grows on the other side.
Sometimes, they hear him thrashing about his stall in the darkness, and think him mad. But he knows there’s beauty in this world they have never seen.
Great piece of writing, Daniel. The older I get, the more I relate to stories like this!
Thanks!
Classical literature
Beautiful piece
Thanks!
I love this. Beautiful. This horse is wise!
Thanks, Joanie!
Beautiful. What a challenge to express it all in just 101 words, but you did it beautifully.
Thanks so much, Shirley,
Love it!
Thank you Eileen.
Thank you for this one; your story resonates at a very deep level. It’s been a long time since I was where I know I belong—ropes truly do tie the world.
Thanks, Mr. Hicks!
Beautiful! If only we could turn back the clock. This Sunday we have to turn it forward. I’m not relishing the future right now. My thoughts are on a beautiful horse wanting to eat wild grasses.
Ah…to be young again, eh?
Like the metaphor of leaving the safety and restrictions of the stable for the danger of plunging through a river in the hope of something better. I guess we never know if it’s worth it unless we’re prepared to try.
Thanks Patsy.
This is how good flash should be. Short and sweet.
Thanks so much.
Yes, very well done. Few can pull that off, and even fewer do it well. Thanx for the read.
Appreciate your thoughts. Thanks.
Nice flash, Daniel. I tend to sacrifice descriptive language when writing very short, and maybe I shouldn’t. This is elegant.
Appreciated, Cathleen.