100-word stories
The Game is Afoot
53: Fifty Bales of Hay ain’t nobody’s mule
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1 min readApr 1, 2022
Tail swishing, one chocolate orb on me, he anticipates my every move.
Arms heavy, back tense, I approach his flank. The game is afoot.
Saddle in hand, I throw it on his back and rub his silky coat, buckling it tight.
