A Stolen Heart
I stared up at the white sky and felt the cool snowflakes on my whip-cuts. I closed my eyes and thought back to the last race. I could feel the muddy turf below my pounding hooves, the strong wind in my mane, a slight tap with the whip from my jockey, and we sped over the track leaving the other horses behind.
I looked around, soaking in the praise from the crowd as I stood in the winners circle. "Get up you stupid horse!!" someone yelled, bringing me back to reality. I had only been here two days and I already wanted to die. I stood up quickly, retreating and laying back my ears. She tied a rough rope around my head and yanked it hard. I whinnied in pain but followed her.
By the time we reached the stable my head was desperately sore from all the yanking. She hastily put me in a stable before giving me a feed bowl with a measly amount of food in it. I looked around and noticed that there was another horse in the stable. I reached over the stable door and touched noses with her. She was a black thoroughbred around the same height as me and well-built.
Later that night, a young boy came in holding a newspaper. He put it down in my stable and obviously forgot about it, for he left it there. He hastily came back in and took it away, but I had already seen the headline. I knew why I was here...
I had been stolen.
to be continued...