Come on people, we need more contributors! I'd like more tales this Tuesday! I'd like to think that septembermom's little tale is a continuation of the grown girl from mine. Dani wrote:
Today was her big day. After so much hard work and sore muscles, she sat on the back of her best friend waiting for her turn in the ring. She was wearing more makeup than she ever had all her young life of 10 years and she smelled like hairspray if you got close enough. She stroked the beautiful sleek black tendrils of hair in front of her and leaned forward. "This is going to make it all worth it." She whispered to her friend.
At first, they hadn't been much of friends. She had tried to ride the "dark monster" as she once called it in her innocent loathing of the animal, but after so much effort to even mount the thing, it had bucked her clean off and she wound up covered in dirt after hours of work that first day. She smiled as she thought back on their journey together over the long summer. She had spent every day out there in the dirt and so after a month of dragging her feet she'd decided enough was enough and she'd show her ambitious father what she could do.
She remembered looking into the "dark monster"s black eyes and saying "it's you or me, Mister!" as she took the reins once more and briskly mounted the saddle. That day she had held on until her hands bled and he slowed. She told him she was just as stubborn as he was and they would have to join ranks or war forever at her father's orders. The end of that day was different than all the rest. She had swung her leg around and gotten down onto solid ground without a scratch all except for her raw hands. Then she sat in the dirt and spoke to the horse until dusk. This was the beginning of their odd friendship. She admired the fire that animal had within him. She felt like that flame was what kept her going from inside too.
After their truce, they'd worked until they mastered every move beautifully and she was ready for the rodeo when it came. They waited at the gate and the flag dropped signaling their entrance. She rode around with four other beautiful cowgirls on their horses and smiled as big and sparkly as she could to the judges. Then she muttered under her breath to her friend, "Let's burn them all up, Monster. Together, our flames are ruthless."
After the last dish was done, she would pull on her boots and get her saddle. Often ruffled a bit by her day, Marlee embraced that feeling of liberation as her horse began to gallop. "It's so close to flying," she began improvising a fairy tale for her son. Each night after her ride, she would pull up the blankets around the both of them and tell stories of the Queen and her ride of dreams with a beautiful horse named Majesty. Marlee's son would say, "Mama, the Queen loves her ride, doesn't she?" Marlee would smile and say, "Honey, there's nothing better for the soul."
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