The Graveyard of his Dreams

An unkempt blue tractor blocked our entry. We just managed to slide in the gateway when the majestic race horses nudged us demanding their feed.

I caste my gaze around and realise its full of shards of this man’s dreams. Specialised tractors left to rust. Large frames leaned against the corral … they only cost a hundred but the horses shelter was never built. The ice cream cart was rotting, tyres and rusted bits lay about.

It felt voyeuristic to wander through the graveyard of this man’s dreams. 73.8 acres paid for … could the bank reclaim that 0.2?

 

Carrot Ranch Challenge, January 24, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about shards. You can write about the pieces, the item they once were, or who picks them up and why. Go where the prompt leads.

25 comments

  1. Interesting thoughts about dreams. Man probably interpreted differently, and the horse differently. Write more about these fragments of dreams that you have to deal with.
    greetings

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  2. the desolation of a man’s dreams, the saddest place on earth, you just created a new experience for me Kate from this, i never thought how careless we can be walking through places, i love when you write like this, makes me think

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