"I...uh...I...well..."
"I...uh...I...well..."
You stammer, lost for words, which seems to please the host. You have never had such a holiday, caught up in the working life and chasing girls. Some towns never feed ambition and you'd been working in manual labor since finishing school. That kind of work did not pay for tropical holidays, let alone luxury resorts. Your thoughts drift and you find yourself imagining laying on that beach, waves lapping softly against the shore and a breeze rustling the trees. Salt will tickle your nostrils and sand sift between your fingers. You have to go there, you just have to. And, if this is the first prize... You glance calculatingly at the host, eyes narrowing just a fraction. If this is the first prize, what will the others be? Will they be better? You've already completed one challenge so how bad could the others be? Swallowing hard, you nod and smile falsely for the cameras, waving to the invisible audience as if you have won the lottery. The horse grabs your paw and thrusts it into the air, cheering for you and your shining decision.
It cannot hurt to see what more you can win...can it?
Written by Amethyst Mare on 12 August 2013
The end (for now)