Thank you Madison Woods for the photo prompt. If you want to have a go at Friday Fictioneers, here’s the link
I haven’t done this in a few weeks, again done rather quickly on my lunch break. Some things never change!
98 words, critiques always welcome.
Martha called it Home. It was nothing much, just four crumbling walls and a dusty floor, decorated with a single tapestry blanket. The garden was thick with desert flora, rattlesnakes and scorpions. She went outside and gently patted her horse “I’m sorry” she said out loud “No riding today”.
Martha searched the horizon for signs of Ethan. He had ridden out the day before to find a doctor. A sharp pain shot through her back and Martha leant her weight on the horse. Breathing slowly, she felt liquid run down her legs.
“Oh Jesus” she muttered “Not now”