Horse Barn: A Narrative Fiction

e dress in our work clothes, loose and baggy as we slip on our boots, and stroll to the barn. Kim is tall and lean, but strict and firm and expects perfection. I recall many memories while in the horse barn, The taste and smells so violently invade your senses. You can taste the hay dust and smell the grain the moment you enter, slowly but surely I hear the sounds of pounding hooves running from the pasture just waiting for feeding time. The moment I see Kim grabs a halter, I suddenly can feel the tension in her voice and feel the aches in my hands. I slowly catch a horse and brought to Kim, " Go gets/got the Hoof Cleaning Hook and now. " I slowly grab and fight over the tools trying to find what tool is what. In the background, I hear " to hurry the Fuck up. "

As the number 1 rule of the barn is to focus. I give the pick to Kim, and she diligently scrapes the dirt like it's an artwork. " Kim says Get me the Hoof clippers, " Almost without thinking My knuckles Pop bracing for what is to come. I hand the Clippers to Kim, She says Wait let me line them up. The moment I think it's lined up I start to squeeze, I hear the loud screams of " Fuck! Did I say go " As she Shakes my head like a rag doll out of frustration? Kim says . " go to grab me a beer " I race and trot like a horse to grab the beer and hope I am quick enough. But as I race back, I frightened the Horse Breaking Rule 1. The rules Of the Barn; approach the Horses Slowly And carefully. Be Always focused. Do not Speak without being spoken to. Do not squeeze Without being told to. Do as I say and Do it right. If You need it explained Again Expect a Loud Rant Be perfect 100% Of the time. Bam The sounds of crashing about the barn and screaming " Fuck stay still, " Echo the wooden