I’m benched. I injured my hip and I’m in a fair amount of pain which probably colored my flash fiction today in more ways than one.
My Dad was a pickup truck driving Montana cowboy. As a young man he made his meager living as a wrangler and he was a gifted horse whisperer. I grew up riding but truth be told, I was afraid to jump. I was raised on his optimism and cowboy wisdom. I could use a little of his optimism today.
This weeks photo prompt comes from Lauren Moscato.
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When a Door Closes and Other Cowboy Wisdom
“Trust your mount”
Remembering my Dad’s cowboy wisdom I swallowed my fear and gave her a light rein, confident in her cadence and timing.
My gaze was in the middle distance.
“You won’t clear the fence if you’re looking at it.”
I felt the mare gather her hind quarters and we took flight. I sensed her hesitation before the rail clipped her forearm.
“Always keep your heels down.”
My boot caught in the stirrup and we fell, shattering my dreams along with my femur.
“I know Dad” I rolled my eyes, “when a door closes, God opens a window.”
“Nope, I was gonna say that some doors lead to no where. Let’s retire that English saddle.”