i got bored at work so i started writing

I lie there, unable to move. Chest heaving, winded by the impact. The ground shakes as I feel them run past me, their bodies full of life, sweating gleaming in the sun.

Dark pools of chocolate eyes watch as men run to me. My owner, my master, stands above me, placing a shaking hand on my neck. I watch him as he looks over my battered body, eyes resting on my leg, broken, shattered by the fall.

I try to lift myself, admitting defeat as my energy leaves me.

A curtain of darkness surrounds me, held up by figures with unseen faces. Another man, dressed in brightly coloured silk, limps towards me, his hand, knuckles bloodied, lowers to my chest. Sadness fills his face.

A figure approaches us, shiny metal object in hand. My eyes close, listening as he nears me. The object presses to my head as I let out a final sigh, waiting for the click.

Pained words fill my ears as the man in silk, my jockey, talks to me, whispering

'If only you hadn't fallen'

CLICK