An Accident

By Seth Monkman

 

We had been at my grandparents' house

A relative had brought two horses

Their mane, brown

The air smelled crisp as I was lifted on one horse

My sister on the other

I was excited to be on the horse

until

I heard a blood curdling scream

I glanced up to see the horse had taken off

I looked down to see my sister on the ground

her arm, broken