We’re alone, for now.
Her dusty mane dances, muscles ripple in her neck, but her saddle remains unmoved.
Unleash the buckles! Cut the rope! every part of me screams.
My right boot scrapes against the gritty trail, refusing to lift.
Her rider returns, mounts.
Feeling the weight, I slump away.
A storyteller at heart, Sara fans the writing flames in young people as a BAWP Teacher Consultant at UC Berkeley. As founder of MindMyEducation.com she helps students take charge of their education, so they can write the stories of their lives instead of simply playing the roles laid out for them.
Huh? I must be missing something. Not getting it.
The main character thinks about setting a horse free, but overthinks and underdoes.
Awesome images. Golden lines everywhere!