Promises to keep

I have promises to keep.

My little horse just needs some rest. I feed him oats. I listen to his voice.

My horse, we still have miles to go before it’s time to sleep.

It’s getting dark, but how could you know that properties belongs to someone else. To someone who dislikes us passing through.

I have promises to keep.

My little horse you are my friend, not like my wife who left and whose footsteps we have followed here.

My shotgun is my friend, and revenge is almost mine.

We have miles to go before we catch the bitch.

The first I thought about when I saw the picture was Robert Frost’s poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I have always wondered why he would be out and sneaking past the village with his horse so I added a sinister twist to the narrative.

Friday Fictioneers is run by the skilled author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who selects the picture and set the bar (high). We mere mortals follow and do our best to come up with a 100 word story.


December 14, 2016

66 responses to “Promises to keep

  1. I am cracking up over you calling it “my little horse” and feeding it oats. 🙂 The shotgun euphemism is probably better. It sounds like you’re going to show her who’s boss by ravaging her. But I’ve probably got it all wrong.

    Clever how you tucked away that hidden “b itch.”

  2. I love that Frost poem – and the version Eric Whitacre set to music. Was listening to it earlier today, in fact. You’ve certainly put a new spin on it for me with this deceptively simple piece!

  3. Interesting to relate it to Frost. It blends as you’ve intended. Sometimes the resolve to seek justice can be very intimidating

    Hank

  4. Goodness me, so many killings among the fictioneers this week. Will there be anyone left to write about next week, or will all the authors be behind bars?!

  5. Whoa, that started so peaceful and lovely and what an ending. I can see the madness shine out of this man’s eyes. Great twisting of the poem, Björn.

  6. Of course, he might be intending to kill the “bitch” (after seeing to his itch), and then kill the horse, and finally himself! But probably he intends to tie her up in an old sack, so the poor horse will die of exhaustion having to carry the warring couple back home. Either way, I’m feeling the most sorry for the horse D:
    Well done. An excellent take on the Robert Frost poem.

  7. I memorized this poem as a child, and still say it to my kids, so many times when we’re in the forest. Love it. You have taken this to such a very different and dark place, Björn; I love it!

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