FFfAW: Days of Innocence

Thunder and Touche' were my horses when I was young. They were both gentle quarter horses; well trained and stopped on a dime. I dearly loved my horses. I took my responsibility of caring for them seriously. Many times I would take my sleeping bag, battery powered lamp, a book and sleep in the barn right next to them. I did this when it was raining and the night sky was thick with the loud booms and white streaks of clapping thunder and lightening. I told my dad they needed me to feel safe and comfortable, but It was the other way around. They made me feel safe and comfortable.

Oh, how I wish I could go back to those days when the only responsibility I had was caring for my two horses. If only I could go back to the days of Thunder and Touche'; back to sleepovers in the barn and riding horses in the fields. I would hold onto those days of my youthful innocence so much tighter; so very much tighter.

(175 words)

Photo credit: Β©pricelessjoy

This is my submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 150 words with which to write a story. It is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to participate. If you would like more information, please click on this link: FFfAW



64 thoughts on “FFfAW: Days of Innocence

  1. This is a lovely and relaxing piece of writing. The days of not having to worry about things are great.

  2. Excellent, Joy! And, something I am very fond of. I have always loved horses and would have thought I was in heaven…to live on a ranch full of horses. Living in your story would be great! I would want to go back in my lifetime, but only in certain areas of it….like most people. I guess that’s why I consider Life a Journey…journey’s are not all fun and games!

    • Thank you Jessie. You’re right, Life is a journey and can’t always be easy. It would be nice to have had a childhood like the one in the story. I have always loved horses too.

  3. Very heartwarming but also bittersweet, those moments we can’t go back to. I love your description of the thunderstorm.

  4. It is such a sweet and gentle tale PJ πŸ™‚ It reminds me so much of the calves in my grandfather’s home when I was a kid. I so loved petting them and hugging them πŸ™‚ It’s an imagination by you yet they feel so alive πŸ™‚

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