Week of 08-02 through 08-08-2016
Photo provided by Phylor
The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words)
The endless struggle
“You are hopelessly too drunk to drive to get more wine,” Molly said. “You’ll either get yourself killed or kill someone else.”
“Not if I take the horse,” Don answered. He raised both eyebrows, wallet in hand. Before she could get a word in, Don zig-zagged to the door.
‘Damn his long legs,’ she thought. Eventually she made her way down the hill to the barn. Her little legs were on fire. Maybe she shouldn’t have missed that spin class after all.
“Don,” she called out. Nothing. They weren’t in there. Molly made her way outside and around to the left. There was the horse. But where was Don?
She called out again. Still nothing.
Molly found Don on the grass next to the horse, between the cars and with his eyes firmly fixed on the starry sky.
“What happened? Did Daisy throw you off?”
He blinked, confused. “I thought I was still on the horse.” She grabbed at his shirt to help him up. “I’ll never drink and ride again.”
‘Whatever, Don. Whatever.’