The Gilbert Gardens Gallop
Having purchased the tickets three months in advance I couldn’t wait for May 7th.
From the early age of nine, I had been a landscaper for the local greenways. Three of us would rake bunkers and collect refuse from the rough. In exchange for unclaimed greens’ tee times… Now I was the First Assistant to the Lead Horticulturist for Viette Nurseries here in Arizona.
The fifteen foot tall pillars of the organ pipe cacti and the multi-variations of flowers in the hedgehog cacti awaited me at the Mt. Phiffer’s Appaloosa Range- the third stop on the Gilbert Gardens Gallop.
Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge: Requirements: February 24, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about galloping. It doesn’t have to be about horses. Is galloping a burst of energy, a run for freedom? Or is it a sense of urgency that borders on anxiety to get tasks accomplished? Explore the motion in different ways — a galloping stride, a galloping relationship or a galloping mind.
I bet they hope the ball doesn’t land in the rough. Ouch!
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Yes!
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I really like how you intertwined the greens and landscaping and horse references. There’s almost an “opening day at the races” feel to this story. Great take on the prompt!
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Thanks
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