What’s the plot for this scene? What drama can you add to two people out on a trail ride? Below is my inspiration.
The top arc of the sun just clears the horizon as we trot down the deserted country lane. A woodpecker drums on the snag of a dead ash.
Dad hasn’t said a word to me since I asked to ride with him this morning. Maybe he thinks it’s weird since I haven’t ridden with him in months. Or is it a year? Maybe he knows I wouldn’t ask to accompany him unless I wanted something from him.
I tighten my grip on the reins. Most likely, he isn’t thinking about me at all. Like usual.
Dad takes Paladin into a canter. Squeezing with my legs, I put Cinnamon into one. When we slow back to a trot, I test the waters.
His block of a face registers no expression, but his head dips a fraction.
“The county fair’s next week. I’m competing on Tuesday. Can you come watch me?”
He shakes his head. “I have meetings all day. I can’t reschedule them.”
And he wouldn’t even try. I stare at the reins in my gloved hands. Should I even bother with what I really need to ask him?