Judy rang me early in the morning.
"Hey Eliza, what are you doing this arvo? I need to find a dress for tomorrow."
"Uh nothing," I said quickly. "I need to find one too."
If it wasn't for all the other girls I would have happily worn shorts.
"Can we catch the bus to Wagga Wagga after school then?"
"Yes, of course."
"I'll see you at school then." She said in farewell.
I hung up the phone allowing myself to slide out of bed. How the hell was I going to find a dress? I hated dresses.
"Lizzie, can you feed the horses?" Mum reminded me.
I death, stared my door. It was hard enough getting ready for school.
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It was surprisingly warm outside. I looked out towards the canola fields, but my gaze got distracted by a horse in the distance. It was Penelope.
"Penny," I yelled, tapping the bucket against the fence.
She was lying down probably having a morning snooze. I decided it would be better to take the feed to her. Making my way down the paddock, I eventually reached her. Her head rested on the grass.
"Why, you look exhausted. Food." I insisted, tapping it again.
She didn't move.
"Penny, get up. Why are you so lazy?" I muttered.
I tapped the bucked again and this time her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me before breathing heavily.
"Penny?" I said, now fearful.
Something was terribly wrong. She moved her head before moaning into the grass.
"Shit." I snapped fumbling for my phone.
I rang Mum first but she didn't respond. Deciding that my parents were too unreliable, I dialled Luke.
"Hey Lizzie, did you just miss the bus?" He asked. "I'm happy to give you a lift."
"Penelope," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"What?" He insisted.
He sounded concerned.
"She's on the ground moaning."
"Get her up," He said urgently. "You can't let her lie down."
"How the hell am I meant to get her up, Luke?"
"I don't know, Lizzie but a horse with colic can't stay on the ground. You don't want her rolling and twisting her bowels."
"So that's what it is?" I whimpered, running a hand over her neck.
"Most likely. I'm coming over now."
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He came running out the back in his uniform, my parents at his side.
"We called the vet," Mum said, her breath uneven.
In the time that they had come, I had managed to get Penelope standing upright.
"She said to walk her around. We don't want her lying down again."
I nodded, forcing her to follow me in several circles.
"She'll be okay," Dad said positively.
I glanced back at my horse. I could see the pain in her eyes. As much as I wanted to believe Dad, my conscience told me otherwise.
YOU ARE READING
Fields of Yellow
RomanceSet in the Australian country town, Junee, sixteen-year-old Lizzie Hathorne is best friends with her next-door neighbour Luke Rivera, who shares her deep passion for horses. Every year when the canola fields bloom, Lizzie and Luke spend their time t...