Friday Fictioneer is here again! We follow our fearless leader Rochelle into the bright world of flash fiction once more. Make sure you check out all of the other stories inspired by this weeks photo prompt HERE
Andrea stopped to wipe the sweat off her forehead. The sun was brutally hot in the sky above. Andrea looped the reins over the horn before reaching for her canteen. The blue sky painted a bright background for the old water tower slowly decaying in the next field.
Georgie, her brown quarterhorse, shifted, snorting. Andrea, lost in her dreams of picking the perfect color out of her box, realized that she’d been painting in her head for 15 minutes. Pa was going to have her head. Quickly she whirled Georgie and started checking the fence line at a smart trot.