FF- Friday Fictioneers
Copyright - Rochelle Wisoff Shields
There's Ramrod, the former race horse who’s won fewer races than Hillary Clinton, Thunder Clap who loves mayonnaise on his hay, and Jokester, the one who manages to fart whenever you get behind him.
Despite all this, I love riding each one of them, especially in the frequently falling snow.
But we can't go very far. You see, I live in a snow globe which rests on the shelf of a little boy in Cleveland.
That's what I get for making fun of Harry Potter's scar.
Y'know, a snow globe is not a bad place to live after all. To visit your nearest neighbor you have to travel to infinity, the schools aren't great or even existent, and you can't get a good corned beef sandwich anywhere. But at least there's a half dozen Starbucks.
Sure, I wish some of the other Friday Fictioneers would come visit but they're busy writing posts based on the picture prompt above, which you can access by clicking here.
Hey, don't shake me! Ramrod and I get nauseous.