Fall For Grace

Grace Leonora van der Hoff drove her convertible Porsche to the Hidden Hills Riding Club and Equestrian Academy. It was the most exclusive and expensive riding club in the northern part of the state. It was early Sunday morning, she knew there would probably be no one there as the nearby country club, that shared many members with the riding club had had a big affair last night.

After punching the codes in for access to the club and the stables, she saddled her horse Honeybill, and went for a early morning ride. She saw no one. After a half an hour, she turned back to the stables as she had forgotten her water. The grass was still dewy wet, and she had approached the back of the stables when a squealing hawk flew up out of the wet grass and spooked the horse. The horse bolted towards the stables then stopped short, sending Grace flying off.

She landed in a huge pile of manure. The manure was wet and sticky, and her fall had disturbed a huge swarm of flies. She fell a few times and sat there sad and disgusted.

She climbed out of the smelly, sticky, disgusting mess. She was retching at the stink. She looked around and thankfully saw no one. She saw the hoses and showers for the horses on the backside of the stable. She could shower off, but she did not have a change of clothes