Today’s picture prompt was provided by our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My 100-word story weighs in at 96-words.
After Tom disappeared,
time meant nothing to Loretta.
The sun rose over her Colorado farm
right on time, set when it was meant to.
She made Battenburg lace to trade for cash money.
Took a day to walk to the market and back.
She’d certainly never ride one of the horses.
Did that once. The crook-backed beast ran all the way to Kansas
then died alongside the road.
No money in her pocket, Loretta walked home.
She sometimes wonders it that’s what happened to Tom.
Wonders if more than one deranged horse hides within their herd.
Up From the Ashes 