Hay Everywhere

Flash Fiction

Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash

Anita dunked her ballcap in the horse trough, lifting it dripping to plunk it back on her head. Cool water trickled through her hair and ran down her neck, mixing with sweat and dust on her skin. She closed her eyes and sighed at the momentary relief from the oppressive heat. The smells of hay and sweat and manure tickled her nose.