In his day he'd been a bolt of lightning, a champion beyond equal. But his day being done, Silver Flash was retired to a farm in upstate New York to create new champions as fast as the bolt of lightning he had once been.
But Silver Flash shied away from the waiting fillies, brooding by himself in the corner of the corral.
"What do I have to do?" I pleaded. "Play Barry White music? Show you racy pictures of My Friend Flicka?"
Silver Flash grabbed a thin wobbly garden hose spurting a small spray of water and pulled it towards me.
"Don't worry, old boy!" I said. "Number One, you are a horse. And Number Two, I know for sure you're not Jewish."
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Picture prompt above, story below, and at 124 words it's over the limit but hardly a word runaway. Hope you're not too disappointed the story is about a race horse and not about me as you obviously expected and eagerly anticipated.
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Whoa, boy, that's the spirit! See you next week.
Thanks, Libby! Great having you as a Twitter and Blog friend. Many more posts to both of us and hopefully, a reader or two as well ...
ReplyDeleteA nice little view of how the horse feels about the purpose thrust upon it.
ReplyDeleteYes, he's not so unlike many humans, so it seems!
DeletePerhaps he just hasn't met the right filly for him. :) Nicely done Perry.
ReplyDeleteI think in his case he's expected to meet the right squadron of fillies for him. Well, let's give him some privacy!
DeleteAh, those wily fillies. Nice job. My horse is a female. Funny how we all see it so differently.
ReplyDeleteTell your horse to be gentle with Silver Flash, please. He's not used to be a stud yet.
DeleteYou faked me out, Perry. From your title, I thought it was certainly going to be about a man. :-)
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Yes, but hopefully you didn't think it was going to be about this man, especially if you had just eaten.
DeleteA wonderful story Perry. Poor Silver may need some blue horse pills to help him out. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteAre those bills blue? I certainly wouldn't know.
DeleteDamn it! My nose just grew even larger!
Of course he's not Jewish. If he were Jewish, he'd be huddled in the stable beside his mother, eating chopped liver and oats.
ReplyDeleteLove the line "Show you racy pictures of My Friend Flicka?"
Funny stuff.
Shalom and a Happy Pesach,
Shalom,
Rochelle
And how many reemember My Friend Flicka these days starring Gene Evans, Anita Louise, and ... some kid, I don't even remember his name? Have a good holiday too!
DeleteA neat take on the photo prompt... And what fun lines for Barry White music and My Friend Flicka! I never thought about that movie in quite this way!
ReplyDeleteEven horses have fantasies I guess. Hopefully their musical tastes run a bit beyond Barry White!
Deletea good one:))
ReplyDeleteThank you, Barry White intones his thanks too!
DeleteSHIPS!!! (laughed so hard as in...So Hard I Painted Screen - a painting Pollack reference a friend and I parlayed into new computer speak).
ReplyDeleteMaybe a little chicken soup in his trough? The boy must be sick! Rochelle's comment had me in stitches too. Shh, don't tell him his mother was a nag...
My story is number 7 inlinkz. Enjoy.
Thanks for laughing, the horse and I appreciate it. And we need all the appreciation we can get! Plus I learned a new expression, thanks!
DeleteHi Perry,
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your 300th post. That's a real accomplishment. Either that or you have too much idle time on your hands! You should celebrate by playing some Barry White music and looking at some racy pictures of Ruth Buzzi. Ron
That's just it, Ron. The sexual equivalent of all I've achieved in 300 posts is Ruth Buzzi. The way it's going maybe I'll have worked up to Godzilla with the next hundred ...
DeleteThanks for the congrats!
I love that you tagged this “seduction humor”.
ReplyDeleteWell, there are some lessons in how to seduce someone, provided that someone's name is Trigger.
DeleteI love this story... he is probably just shy...
ReplyDeleteShy and retiring. But since he is retiring, he's got to get on the ball... so to speak! Thanks for the compliment.
DeleteThe poor, old, uncircumcised horse (Ouch, that hurts just thinking about it). I bet he's lost most of his teeth too. Give him a half dozen Viagra and put the mare in a skimpy two piece bathing suit.
ReplyDeleteGiving him a half dozen Viagra and putting her in a skimpy two piece bathing suit might work for me, but I'm not sure about it for him.
DeleteActually it's probably the other way around.
Great story. Apparently there's a pressure being a stud.
ReplyDeleteYes, there certainly is!
ReplyDeleteWhat? I've read about it. I like to read.
Another great one, Perry. Always enjoy your shorts!!
ReplyDeleteShirley, talk about fantasies ... you've never been anywhere near my shorts!
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