He was scared. He’d only been riding for a couple of years, but Grandfather said it had to be him. 26 kilometers in less than a day on the fastest horse in the herd. He was scared, but if not him, they had no one. And it was great! He won.
“I can’t wait to do this next year.”
“Sorry, grandson. Next year you’ll be too big.”
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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