Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: "These horses deserve a treat," you tell Lily. "What do they like? Cake?" "We can ...

"These horses deserve a treat," you tell Lily. "What do they like? Cake?"

"We can take 'em to the Bank's apples. Let 'em go plum wild," Lily laughs.

You ride through the fields, past a barn and pumpkin patch, into a well-kept orchard. You let the horses loose to eat their fill. You and Lily sit under a tree, bonfire light glowing in the distance. A bat circles above, as if watching you.

The wind picks up, the temperature drops. Clouds gather. Thunder mumbles on the horizon. A storm's brewing.