Title Recurdo Drabble
Word Count 100
“It smells like a stable.” Horatio's lip wrinkled .
“I like the smell of horses,” Archie drew a finger down the side of his beer glass. Horatio, watched and shivered.
“The smell of horses on horses is all right. The smell of horses on men is just--”
Horatio leaned across the table. The inn was bright and bare. The horsemen were merry. Nobody would overhear.
“We could go back to that hilltop, lie under the moon.”
“The wind is cold. And dawn will come soon. I want to lie under you.”
*****The poem is Recurdo by Edna St Vincent Millay. ********