TRACES Spring 2013 | Page 75

Fiction

Kelly could feel nothing but sorrow in her heart. She knew this day was coming, but didn’t know it would arrive so rapidly. While her mother was taping the clothes boxes shut, she looked outside and saw her horses that she loved so dearly being whipped into a steel crate. Their manes glided across the ceiling as they yelped in pain, leather fibers embedding into delicate skin.

Kelly knew the horses were going to an antiquated farm, but what could she do? She had to leave this town immediately or else the farm that held so many memories was going to be evicted in a matter of a couple days. She had tried desperately to come up with the right amount of money to pay for the basic needs; food, electricity and even water, taking any job she could like the local market in walking distance of her farmhouse.

Suddenly there was a shout from the bottom of the steps.

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