chasing you { dreams :: drought plot }
May 8, 2014 3:30:13 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on May 8, 2014 3:30:13 GMT -5
JOEBLOGS
The ground is dry, like a dessert. Sand flies in the wind, being carried away with each step I take. It is quiet frustrating as it flies right into my eyes. With a frustrated sigh I aggressively rub my eyes with the back of my hands, a few grumbled words of annoyance slipping from my lips. It had been so long science the clouds had filled with water and realised the contents down upon District Ten. And boy, I will tell you, we needed it more than my Donkey loving horse need some Donkey action.Which was a lot.I lift my grey gaze into the sky, hoping to see even one grey cloud, but to my disappointment I see nothing, nothing but a great expanse of blue sky, smiling mockingly down upon the citizens of the drought inflicted district. Why? Why did rip red have to be so harsh? Thrusting this never ending heat and dryness upon the creatures that inhabited his planet? Did he hate us that much?
Sighing I rip my gaze from the sky and back k to the area in front of me. I was just outside my house, where the earth was so dry that it had begun to brace on the surface. My feet slap down upon the earth once again, encouraging clouds of dust to attack my eyes. I hear a distant neigh of laughter and instantly I forget about my eyes and the irritating sand. Narrowing my eyes I see the culprit behind the bark of laughter, I Square my shoulders and walk over to him. Buster. Of course it was Buster.
Buster was a rather odd creature. Do you remember earlier when I mentioned something abut a horse loving Donkey? Yeah, well this is the one. For years we had tried to breed him with lovely mares, ones, who to other stallions, would be classified as “hot” (in human terms), but to him were nothing but play mates. But when you put him in the same paddock as a donkey, no matter the sex, well lets just say I feel sorry for the Donkey. Now, though, Buster was tossing his head in amusement at my internal struggle with the dusty earth. Before the drought Buster used to just be a hyped up horse with no cares in the world, but now there was definitely something much worse with him. Due to lack of water and food you would expect him to be more placid and, well, have a lac of energy. But just the opposite has happened as nowadays he seems more restless and energetic than normal, and frankly: I am quite worried.
“You find something funny?” I ask him, my eyebrows raising in question as I reach a hand out to stroke the poor animals dry coat. He tosses his head in agreement. A smile dances on my lips as I scoff at him, cuffing a hand over his ear. He barely seems to notice the attack his head signalling that I should release him from his restraints. I knew that I could, Buster would never run away from me- wait, no, he would run away, that was for sure, but in the end he would come prancing home, after all he had no where else to go, and between you and me, I know that he secretly loves me and our home… He just doesn't like to make it obvious.
“You want me to untie you? Maybe I will… maybe I wont,” my voice is teasing as I loosen his ties around the wooden pole, instantly he see’s what I am doing and before I even realise it he pulls his head back roughly and his retrains come loose. The surpass movement ties a while to sink in and when it does it is too late because Buster is bolting down the driveway and onto the open streets. “Shit.” Mum had precisely told me not to let him go whilst water was such a rare necessity. “shit shit shit shit shit- mums going to kill me.”
Looking over my shoulder I look back at the house which seemed to be just as dead and warn out as everything else in the district. Then I look at back at the slowly shrinking dust loud and take off down the driveway after my nutty horse. “I am going to kill him,” I mutter to myself, the heat already taking its top on my mad chase to catch my runaway horse. “That horse is dead.”
