A story in 75 words...
Published on Paragraph Planet 24th March 2009
Childhood at the Stables.
Cold, crisp winter mornings. Warm breath billowing in front of my face. Layers, like a cake, wrapped around my small body. T-shirt, fleece, coat, jeans, socks, wellies, socks, gloves, more socks. Still my toes are delightfully numb. Puffs of dust mingle with clouds of breath in the air. When I inhale deeply, I can smell the musty scent of straw and hay. I stomp around the yard, ice and frost crunching underfoot.