My first Kentucky derby experience.

Horse racing is a favorite sport with surprises.

Rosy was a young filly and loved to live with her family and friends in a large stable. The stable was full of various kinds of horses and all lived in harmony. Rosy who was to become a race horses was pampered and kept well by her caretaker. He would feed her, clean her and would give her the best treatment. She was a thoroughbred and would turn into a winning race horse when she was groomed properly. Rosy had a dislike for corn. Being a horse she should have liked to eat corn and corn kernels but she did not like them at all. Rosy would not eat her lot of corn and would pass it on to her friends.

A 100 hundred word Drabble about the bookies at the races winning as usual.

Gamblers can be conflicted.

My first Kentucky derby experience.

A Dublin Tenement.

Chris wanted to go racing. He had never been before and had been asking me to come along for a while, so we set off bright and early one morning for Lingfield Park…..

A short story about two mates who like betting on race horses for fun.

Having just returned from my holidays the many campsites I saw triggered memories of the camping holidays we had as children. They were never dull.