The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
The Horsewoman
The first time I saw her – when I fell in love with her – she was fearless astride a magnificent war-painted stallion thundering across a vast undulating plain with her long black hair as wild as the prairie wind that lifted and tangled it behind her.
I followed her, intercepted her savage pursuers, slew them one by one, first with arrows, although they carried long guns, then with my knife, until they were all defeated, and yet, before I reached her, she was dragged screaming from her mount as I was from mine, both by forces far too great to resist.
I fought, of course, with a fury I didn’t know I possessed, but watched her carried off, out of my life, seemingly forever…
Many, many years later, years when she’s never left my mind, I see her again.
She has changed, of course, but time has been kind, so I recognise her immediately.
I approach her carefully, unsure of how to remind her of our previous encounter.
To be honest – not something I’m often guilty of – I’m now uncertain if she was ever aware of my valiant efforts to save her, efforts that I have long realised were always doomed to failure.
‘Hello,’ I say, with a refreshing lack of originality.
She smiles.
‘Do you remember,’ I stammer, counting back, ‘summer, thirteen years ago, August, it was, visiting Medville?’
Head tilted, she nods, still smiling.
‘I saw you that day, on the carousel, before your mum took you away.’
Wow, excellent! I love this story of a child’s wonderful imagination. What a fantastic journey you took us on. I hope she remembers him!
The adventures that happen inside a child’s mind are, I think, what we should try to reproduce as adults.
Thank you for ‘Wow, excellent!’
Love this one, CE – just great!
I’m happy you enjoyed it, Chris!
What can I say? This has to be one of your best ever!
Cheers, Keith. Once I had the idea it was a fun write!
Now that’s what I call a story!
Wonderfully written, CE.
Thanks, Nancy, happy it worked for you!
Now we all are trying to remember where and what we were doing August of 2012.
I was posting E Is for Elephant in my newly created blog.
E is for elephant always in a funk
Dragging along that silly old trunk
Plods through his blog with a plunk and a clunk
But he has a lot of spunk
All of my rhymes he tries to debunk
All of his are a bunch of junk
Most of the time acts like a punk
But to be honest he is quite a hunk
I could have chosen an elk or eland
Or an emu with its head in the sand
But stuck with what I had planned
An elephant from Bonnie Scotland
AnElephantCant deny
That his rhymes were nothing but junk
It makes him quite sad
To know you are glad
That they and he are now buried underground in a trunk
Awesome tale, those forces are impossible to resist, glad they found their way back to one another! 💞💞💞
Very kind, Dawn, thank you
Ferocious, tender, delightful perfection.
Perfection? You’re too kind, Jenne.
This is priceless. The perfect write!
Priceless and perfect! I’m truly honoured, Violet!
Loved this.
Thanks, Di