(A horse riding story)
I woke to the sound of buzzing machines and i tried to remember where I was. All I could remember was I was Abbie Cotswold and I was alone.
All alone.
A doctor rushed in as I started to wake up. He was checking the screens all around me, completely ignoring me. It's as if I didn't even exist! Finally, he glanced down at his me and gave me a weird smile. It sent shivers down my spine, and not the good type. Once he finished he left the room and I was all alone.
Again.
As I became more aware of my surroundings I realised that I was in a small white room with a single bed, a side cabinet that sone in the morning sun, and a tiny window that opened out into a warm looking garden. In the far corner however, there sat a small, black, cold looking wheelchair. The work of the devil. Now I was awake I could remember more about why I was there. It replayed in my mind like a nightmare...
"Come on Chalie, we can do it!" I'm lining her up to a 4 foot cross-country log. Charlie's a 15 hand Connemara cross with a certain wild side.
On lift off she stumbles and falls. The sound of piercing neighs fill my ears as my whole world comes crashing down around me. Shit.
I woke with a start, sweat flowing off me like a river. A nurse is in my room now, arranging some flowers on my bedside cabinet. She catches me moving out of the corner of her eye and smiles at me. It sends shivers down my spine again, although these where warm and comforting, not worrying or cold. At this point I could help but to smile back. Once she left I could hear shouting from outside the corridor. The walls where thick but I'm sure it was the warm, comforting nurse, shouting at the doctor who had seemed so cold. I'm sure I was the cause of this heated discussion, but what was the problem? I'm fine... Right?
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Short stories ❤️
General FictionA series of short stories I've written either for competitions or for fun in the past. May include some poems if you're lucky Anyway, all this is original work so please respect my originality and don't go copying you naughty people.
