“Come on, mom,” Brian laughed as he yanked on the leash. Molly hadn’t seen him this happy lately.
“I think Joey is in need of a rest.” She patted her horse as it slowed to a walk. “Good boy.”
Brian slowed his horse as well. “How come Joey needs to rest?”
“Well, he’s older, honey. Don’t forget, you are riding a pony.” Molly smiled. “Are you having a good time?”
“I’m having a great time, mom. We should do this more often, just you and me.” If only I could, Molly thought sadly. With her job, she’d been kept busy 24-7. In fact, it was a wonder she got the holidays off this year.
“Well, what about Antonio? Don’t you have fun with him?”
Brian shrugged. “He’s okay but he’s not the same as you. He’s always correcting me.”
“Well, he is your riding instructor.”
“But you don’t do that.”
“Well, that’s because I’m not your instructor. I just ride to have fun.”
“Then why can’t he do that too? Ride to have fun?” Good question.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.