They stumble across the last of the horses grazing in a dead-end street, a sad thin reminder of what could have been. After a moment it turns away leaving them alone in the dust. Saturday Story Prompt. April 4, 2015

They stumble across the last of the horses grazing in a dead-end street, a sad thin reminder of what could have been. After a moment it turns away leaving them alone in the dust. Saturday Story Prompt. April 4, 2015

They stumble across the last of the horses grazing in a dead-end street, a sad thin reminder of what could have been. After a moment it turns away leaving them alone in the dust. Saturday Story Prompt. April 4, 2015


Leave a Reply