Bonnie was positively fuming, it was just like the male species to go flocking around newcomers at the annual parade. It didn’t help matters that she was quite the beauty and had an exotic name to boot, Seraphina … how do you compete with that!
She was used to their immature behaviour but the saucy attitude of the débutante had her nerves fraying. Fancy her prancing about all curvy and lush. Every joint still intact, functioning as it should with no need for a check up.
Bonnie wished there was a way to tighten her slacked hips and overly extended belly muscles. But since there wasn’t Chester’s attempts to seduce the new filly would have to do as a distraction to take her mind off her ageing body. That and the satisfaction of knowing that in the next three hundred and forty days give or take a few Seraphina would become one of them … a breeding mare. Ha! that always calmed their trotting behinds.
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy. The photograph was provided and we are expected to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.
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