Weeks #11&12: The Horse

11. Subject: Write about a phobia.
12. First Line: The horse came back alone

The horse came back alone. He wasn’t supposed to. Where was the carriage? Where were the passengers? Where was the horseman, the guy they assured me was the best in the land?

His deep black eyes were flooded with terror. His gait was unsure and he trembled when I tried to touch his mane in an effort to calm him down.

“What happened, boy?”

A whiny. Well of course he’ll never put all that he had seen into human words. I pulled myself up the saddle. “Giddy up! Take me to where you had them last.”

He didn’t want to budge. Of course he didn’t. But I needed to know.

I needed to know what happened. I needed to know if they were safe. If they weren’t, I needed to go over there and rescue them.

“Giddy up, boy!”

This time, though still panic-stricken and hesitant, he started to gallop and head west.