It was the first time the Jockey ever rode Whiskey Bandit. Bandit wanted to impress him. He let his rider know he wanted to run, and his rider let him.
Bandit ran the length of the field, which was a little more than the 10 furlongs for the Kentucky Derby. One of his best times. It felt good to run with a Jockey again.
Bandit opened his eyes and realized no one was seated on him. He wasn’t wearing a saddle. Whiskey Bandit was long-retired. He was dreaming again. Bandit slowly walked out of the paddock, back to the stable.
Friday Fictioneers – 5/23/14 at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: copyright Erin Leary
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers