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You, Sitting on a Horse

by Smoky Trudeau

There’s a picture of you sitting on a horse, reigns held loosely in your hands, and you’re smiling. I look at that picture, and I can almost believe you’re smiling at me, not the other one. The one you rode off with into a Tabasco sunrise as hot as the salsa caliente at the Mexican restaurant that used to be ours, hot as the asphalt that burned my bare feet when I turned away, crying, from our last embrace. Hot as the jealous rage that explodes in my soul when I look at a picture of you, sitting on a horse, smiling at her, not me. Hot as the pistol smoldering in my hand as I stand over your lifeless form. Who’s smiling now?

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Smoky Trudeau has published two novels, numerous short stories and poems, and was a 2003 Pushcart Prize nominee. When she isn't writing or editing, she spends her time hiking, gardening, and fighting the urge to speak in haiku.

11 comments:

Absolutely*Kate said...

You had me at Tabasco sunrise. Smoky, it was smokin'. (And I'm still smiling now).

~ Absolutely*Kate

Michael Solender said...

i'm smiling as this was a cool write..

Anonymous said...

Groovy. This is the essence of six sentences that tell you everything all at once. Well done.

essygie said...

cool six :-)

Anonymous said...

"reigns held loosely in your hands"

Don't rely on a writing program to edit. The word is 'reins'. The rest is attention grabbing for other reasons.

Scott said...

Absolutely love it, even if it is creepy—but creepy in a laugh-out-loud way.

Madam Z said...

That'll show him!

Sun Up said...

Amazing.

Bruce said...

Excellent. Well done!

Anonymous said...

jeanette cheezum

I feel there was a lot of pent up frustration. And I'm ROFL. Great 6

Riley said...

Reins. Not Reigns.