Drabble as prompted by tuesdaymidnight on Twitter

Word: Butterscotch Genre: Humor


It is often said that you can't teach an old dog new tricks. They obviously have never been to Singapore. Obstinately, I crammed my hat on my head, blew errant strands of hair out of my eyes and stiffened my back.

Jamming my foot into the stupid little metal thing, I hoisted myself into the butterscotch saddle. I yanked on the reins. "Go." I waited. "Move."

The whole world moved. I heard laughter behind me.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Stop horsey!"

It stopped.

I didn't.

Glaring at the boots in front of me, I muttered, "Stupid horse. Just like your master."