The storm was hitting hard on the wooden boards. Jack saw the uneasiness in Lucy’s eyes. As lightning pierced through the sky, the new bundle of life saw the outside world for the first time. The little bundle was dark as night, with a single white stripe from between the brown eyes to the tip of his nose.
The foal got on its hooves the second he knew they existed. He was lively, moving like the lightning right before his birth. Jack knew from that moment, his name would be Dash. Wild and unpredictable, just like lightning.
For those who ask, this is indeed connected to the previous Friday Fictioneer story Riding the hoods. It’s the same Dash, the same Jack.