Thanks Rochelle for the photo prompt. In my confusion to press publish button or not, I’m late again for Friday Fictioneer 100 word story challenge.
‘Can you see the horses talking in human voice?’
‘There is nothing you drunken fool and after one bottle even stones talk to you. ‘She switched off the light and was gone.
They came near haughtily, ‘we are ghost of horses you killed either take either to revenge or for meat.’
‘I can’t even dream of that, I love horses,’ I stammered.
‘You human beings are not reliable; you’ll not shy away from eating even human beings if starving.’
’I can’t even dream of it. ‘I was shaking.
‘Better not.’ They said menacingly, ‘we are on a vengeance spree tonight.’