FFfAW – Racehorse

George (George to his friends, Sir to the staff, Lord Egerton when he wanted to show off, and That Smug Idiot behind his back) smiled as he watched the sun glint on the dark blue bonnet of his car.

There was a noise from his left and he turned to see a horse standing beside the car. It was a magnificent beast, almost the equal of the one he’d won a small fortune on the other week and certainly better than the one he’d lost a small fortune on the day after.

“Want to race?” he asked, smirking.

He pressed foot to floor and his car shot across the open grass. The horse snorted and then charged.

All he saw through his window was a blur of chestnut brown. The air blazed with fire as the horse tore past and then vanished in the blink of an eye.

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Word Count: 148

This story is for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and to Phylor for providing the photo prompt!