I called my boss and told him I was not feeling well. I couldn't work when I have so much on my mind. He told me to make sure I eat something and take plenty of rest. That man can be really sweet, sometimes.
After eating Chinese takeout, I felt so much better. Beef broccoli, orange chicken and green tea can work wonders.
I started cleaning my place. It has been awhile since I have been busy at work. I don't make a mess at home but it sure needs vacuuming. As the machine roared and seemed to choke with the dust it accumulated, I was suddenly brought back to the present time for I have not realized that my thoughts have drifted back to the index cards.
It was a foggy morning. I was awakened by the sound of Buttercup's neighs. She's in pain! I hurriedly wore my boots and I ran towards the pens. She looked at me with pleading eyes. Buttercup is hurt. Wires. Lots of them entangled on her left hoof. What happened??? How could this have happened? She was doing well yesterday when I rode her as I do everyday. She was happy and healthy. I know I closed the pen. I made sure Buttercup was safe. She was safe. My Buttercup was safe.
I cried miserably when my dad explained that Buttercup can no longer stay at the farm. She had been badly hurt and would need to stay with the vetarinarian for some time. I argued that we can help Buttercup heal while she stays with us but my father was adamant it would be best for my horse to stay with the doctor with her injuries. I cried myself to sleep every night. How many nights? I lost count.
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Autumn 🍂
Short Story⚠️ None of this work is mine. All credit goes to my aunt, who wrote this wonderful story when she couldn't sleep at night. I am currently having writer's block myself so she sent me one of her old stories and printed it out in hopes of inspiring me...
