Apples drop onto the grass, shaking off the rain. Bright sun gleams onto the grounds. Crows caw perched high on tree branches. Dry shoes now soak into the damp grass, sinking its soles into the mud.

Evelyn says I should come in and warm up. Fifteen minutes later I step back into the house. Grinding my muddy boots on the outside matt, I look up when I hear a familiar sound. Hooves click against the stone and the rider greets me less enthusiastically as the horse does. I stroke the horses whitelined nose and reach up to run my fingers through his mane.

Joan, the rider, pulls the reigns as steers the horse to the side. “Knight’s antsy for a run, love.”

Leaving me, she waves back and I turn inside to take my boots off.

(didnt say i had to use up the entire alphabet, so i make did for roughly half)