The Pasture
Fiction Friday
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6 min readAug 7, 2020
The Pasture
It’s apparent, in retrospect, the horses would tear that sloping pasture into muddy ribbons simply by carrying their weight from one end to the other, day after day. I can’t say she didn’t warn me. Before the horses lived on this private acre it looked as solid as any other piece of grass-covered earth, capable of bearing the weight of a woman or a horse by the ordinary virtue of…
