Another drabble for Friday Flash!
Horses. She hated horses. Weak, flighty creatures. It wouldn’t last a week in her mountains.
She rubbed the horse’s leg regretfully. Horses were mighty tasty. Jamming her foot in the stirrup, she clambered on. That was another thing! It was so big she couldn’t vault into the saddle.
She gripped the reins and whistled. Her cat strolled up.
The horse tensed, legs quivering, but held still. It was well-trained.
“The produce wagon’s in the next town.” It was why she needed the horse. The cat was too proud to pull.
Home after? the cat asked.
“Yes.” They both missed home.