Early Morning Memory

Copyright-Erin Leary

Copyright-Erin Leary

Rose sat very quietly in the early morning mist listening to the air around her. It was almost noiseless except for her own breath and the snorting and stomping of the mare beneath her.

She reached down to pat the horse and whispered, “Good girl, just give me a minute, ok?”

The girl recalled all of the sounds and smells from the last time she was here.

The memories were still there.

It was the last early morning ride Rose would have with her mom before she was killed in an accident 2 days later.

Submitted for Friday Fictioners.
This is a wonderful community of writers lead by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you are interested in trying this little exercise please go to link above and join in! 🙂

10 thoughts on “Early Morning Memory

  1. Dear Courtney,

    What a sweet piece, one that I could hear, feel and almost smell. Well done.

    And with that I welcome you to Friday Fictioneers. I look forward to reading more from you. I hope Amy warned you. It’s a highly addicting activity. 😉




    • Duly noted! 🙂
      Thank you Rochelle! I appreciate the sweet compliment. I really enjoyed writing it. I am trying to write a little something everyday. This is good incentive! Have a great week!


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