Fiction: Freek (a drabble)

A drabble is a very short story exactly one hundred words long. Wikipedia says its purpose is “brevity and to test the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.” Drabble contests set a theme for the participants and a certain amount of time to write.

I set this drabble at the racetrack and finished it in five minutes. It’s also posted at my other blog, (check it out for non-racing stuff).



The gates sprang back for the year’s biggest race. They were off! Nightshade, the huge chestnut mare, jumped out of the last stall and took the lead. As the nine-horse field galloped down the straight, Nightshade’s jockey, Freek, rode her hard with his callused hands.

At the home stretch, still lengths ahead of the panting opposition and a mere hundred meters from the wire, he reached for his whip and found – nothing. He had left it behind! Cursing mightily, he knew there was only one thing to do – go back for it.

Freek was never given another ride after that.

This is a work of fiction, the fruit of my imagination. I don’t think anything like this has ever really happened – or has it?

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