She maneuvered the horse carefully into the yard as the stablehands opened the gate. He was spirited after being cooped up, and she patted his flank affectionately.
He was an exceptional steed, and she was an experienced rider. But as she looked out beyond the fence, she felt a familiar stab of queasy panic she tried to ignore.
She tapped her heels gently against her flank. Pegasus burst into a full run, and leapt through the gate. He spread his wings and caught the air.
Her mind stopped screaming that horses were not meant to fly and her heart sang.

“Pegasus on Pont Alexandre, Paris” by Max London is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles © 2026 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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