Microfiction: Destiny

Sorry to take a cynical view of this photo, but that’s life, for some.

photo by Melanie Dretvic via Unsplash

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‘When I’m too big for my pony, Daddy’s going to sell her and buy me a real horse, an old, used one like you, that I can practice on until I get good, then he’ll buy me a better one.’

‘And when you get a better one, little girl, what will happen to me?’

The little girl shrugged and said, ‘You’ll go to the knackers, I suppose, where all old horses go.’

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

22 thoughts on “Microfiction: Destiny”

    1. Her daddy fits too. .People keep riding horses, children’s ponies, riding school horses and ponies, and then when they get old, they send them to the slaughter house. as long as they have a vet’s certificate to say they haven’t been on antibiotics they go into the human food chain. Makes me sad too, the idea that we make animals work for us all their useful life, pretend so much affection for them, then send them to such a death when they get old.

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