Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by ME  and can be found right here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. thundering hooves 

2. shuffled 

3. velvet 

4. appropriate 

5. comforting 

6. returned 

and/or: 

1. milkshakes 

2. hat 

3. green 

4. knitting 

5. drawn 

6. choice 

Here is my story: 

I'd patted the velvet nose of Tom's horse and he seemed to like me, so I allowed Tom to help me up into the saddle. I had worn the appropriate clothing, jeans and boots, a far cry from my usual frilly stuff, even a hat which more resembled a helmet, but Tom had said to wear it, so here I was, about to take my first ever ride on a real horse. 

"Wiggle your bottom a bit to get comfortable in that saddle," Tom said, so I did, but the horse took that as my signal to go, and off he went! I bounced uncomfortably for about a minute, then somehow managed to fall off. Feeling decidedly green and shook up, (now I know what milkshakes feel like when the machine is churning them), I lay still, listening to the thundering hooves of Devil as he took off across the field. 

Tom ran to help me up, putting a comforting arm around my shoulders as we shuffled slowly back to the stables. I returned his helmet hat, declared the lesson over and told Tom, "Never again! This is definitely not for me. I'll stick to my baking and knitting, I'll even knit you a jumper in the colour of your choice, just promise me I'll never have to try this again." 

"I see you've drawn the line very firmly here," said Tom, "and that's okay with me, at least you gave it a try and that's all I asked."  I made my way back to my kitchen, where I was once again on very familiar ground, washed my hands and began the day's baking. From now on, patting Devil's nose was as much as I would do where horses are concerned. I made plans to start a vegetable patch instead, with a few fruit trees along the western side to protect it from the harsh afternoon sun.