This week I'm waiting for the Sweetie mare at the stable where I'm an intern to have the last foal for the 2016 foaling season. I love the babies, but I'm ready to be done with aspect of life and move onto other things. Mares have to be checked every single hour which gets old fast.
I'm still posting from my short story, Pig in a Poke, which was published just one year ago in the The
Letty crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
“You’re perfectly correct to draw attention to my ill manners. Please accept my heartfelt apology,” Simon continued, humor thickening his voice. “The next time I happen upon a young woman yelling in the street, I shall endeavor to cover my ears and walk on past. My only excuse is that I'm a business man.”
Letty firmly reminded herself she was a lady and that ladies did not kick gentleman in the shins, no matter how tempting the action might be. “I fail to see how that’s any concern of mine.”“I am the owner of the shop just across the street.” Simon gestured towards a building on the opposite side of the street. Several elegant hats were displayed in the window.