The day’s sound prompt was sleigh bells, selected by the husband at findsounds.com. Meditating on the sound took me past Christmas to horses, which inspired the shorty.
Working Title: Ponytalk
1st Sentence: I couldn’t have a pony because, my father said, you can’t eat ponies.
Favorite Sentence: Eventually you get used to the awful images of mustang loaf, chicken-fried hoof, Clydesdale casserole, pickled horse lips.
Word Length: 655
Photo by Engle & Smith 3/2010.
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