Writing was my Trigger

 

The horse seemed much larger when I stood right next to it.  In fact, it made me quite nervous just knowing if it suddenly moves in some unexpected way, it would knock me right over.  The other thing was, I had no clue what it was thinking.  It was just looking, swatting at flies with its tail and smelling horse-like.

How is it, this thing was given hooves and not claws, like a bear or lion?  And no pointy teeth.  Now how is that a thing?  I’m starting to see why these are not indoor pets.

Okay, you see what’s happened here?  I sat down to write but had no idea what topic I wanted to write about.  This is how gibberish happens.  I remember doing the same thing back in school.  I’d be given a story problem and soon discover that I’d wandered completely off the reservation.  I’d have paragraphs and paragraphs about some construction worker hanging by his beltloop off the edge of someone’s roof, when all I had to determine was how many apples Susan had left.

I should have known something was wrong when the rest of the class was out on the playground at recess and I was still writing.

Come to think of it, horses like apples.  Now how is it a horse discovered an apple hanging from a tree and thought, maybe I should eat that…