Horse Sense


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This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.

Son of a bitch could have taken the car. Big fat BMW parked in that massive five car garage would have been a much better choice. If you ask me that is. Of course I’m only a horse and what do I know. Horse sense right? Don’t think so bucko! My jackwagon owners elevator doesn’t go to the top floor as they say.

And riding through a rain storm no less. Jeeze Louise give me a friggin break! At least he had the sense to take the saddle off me when he went inside to his fancy smantzy party. How long does he plan to stay in there and play coy with Ms. Karen. I know what he wants from her and it ain’t her hand.

Well hello Baltimore; he might just be in for a rough ride back to the old stable tonight. You think?