How To Get A Concussion (in 50 words)
Microfiction Challenge
It was a beautiful day for a ride.
Sunny and warm, not a cloud in the sky.
We rounded the corner and cantered steadily toward the fence.
One,
two,
three,
and takeoff!
…but red striped jumps were his Boogeyman.
Damn!
That ground was hard.
Too bad it hadn’t rained lately.
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Comments (30)
Oof! Thankfully, I have never fallen off a horse - but I used to work next to an equine center and saw quite a few falls. They look brutal! Nice work Donna!
Ouch! This is great. Well done.
Ouch Donna, I felt that one! 🐎🥴 Great story and so well written! Love the narrative you took and how captivating it was for such a short story! 💜
Yoikes! 😳
Ouch! I fell off at a canter one day, I landed on my forehead and broke the peak of my hat. Scary stuff. But we have to get back on, don't we? Great poem.
This is a weird kooky poem. But a thrill ride in the mud anyway. Very unique.
Awesome Story✨💖📝😉💯
Lol great story telling. I guess there would be benefits to riding in the mud 😊 Hope if true everyone was okay❤️
ffs Donna this was kinda hilarious! Sorry you experienced it, but glad you were able to turn it into such a fine piece of microfactiction (totally made that word up) Have a donut. 🍩
😂 Ok, I’m laughing (it was tagged for humor). I have not experienced a concussion, and I hope I never do (consider I hit the skate park a lot). I felt this one. Well done.
Oh God! 😵💫 That must have hurt like hell! I'm just glad you're okay now!
I kind of want to laugh...would that be wrong of me? Great piece
Oh man, that must've hurt! 😅 Loved this!
An entire story in 50 words. I’m impressed
Oh if I had a dollar for every injury I got from horse riding... conduction Concussions, broken ribs, bruises galore! But you always get back on! Loved this one :)
fun story!
Hard ground or muddy mess! Great story haha
Lovely story :)
Haha!! Your title made me laugh before I even got into the piece! Perfect short, Donna! I totally felt it! 💫 🐎
Last time I got bucked off, I landed on my actual head. Thank fuck for the hard hats. 😁
Witty, fun & authentic. Love it.
Sheesh! I felt that one.. a nice final line as well 🤣
Ooh ouch! I felt it, but so well told in such short form!
Nicely done Donna and you can't get any more succinct can you?! It always seems to be the red-striped jumps so why do they use them? Enquiring minds wanna know...
Ouch! I’m sure that was a scary moment for you and the horse. Great little micro-fiction 🐎