A Bout of Riding
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charisstomaTitle: A Bout of Riding
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
“Now, Everett is the brother of which card playing gentleman? Either way, it's good to see he's supportive, even if he enjoys his brother's discomfort.”—miri Thompson
Notice how careful was I was being.*grins*
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His brother’s seat on the horse was off. His brother’s gait was off too, Everett thought, worse than usual after his Thursday card game.
Unusual too was that his brother’s playing partner had shown up to ride with their party. Everett didn’t remember inviting him but was growled at when he commented.
Cynthia, the little gold digger after a golden ring, was not pleased and so Everett couldn’t be more pleased. His brother deserved better than that.
He smiled. Never had he seen an ass carried quite so far from the saddle, like there was a stick up his… Oh.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
“Now, Everett is the brother of which card playing gentleman? Either way, it's good to see he's supportive, even if he enjoys his brother's discomfort.”—miri Thompson
Notice how careful was I was being.*grins*
Continues from here
His brother’s seat on the horse was off. His brother’s gait was off too, Everett thought, worse than usual after his Thursday card game.
Unusual too was that his brother’s playing partner had shown up to ride with their party. Everett didn’t remember inviting him but was growled at when he commented.
Cynthia, the little gold digger after a golden ring, was not pleased and so Everett couldn’t be more pleased. His brother deserved better than that.
He smiled. Never had he seen an ass carried quite so far from the saddle, like there was a stick up his… Oh.
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Date: 2013-07-24 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-24 09:13 am (UTC)*grins* He's visiting. I could always offer to buy a can for him and see if he eats it. *shrugs* Perhaps I'll try some again. Maybe my tastes have matured like they did with ripe tomatoes.