The sun was beating down on his neck. It was another beyond hot day in the outback.The flies. Damn flies!
“When I die I’m going to come back as a thing which annoys a fly” thought Eddie.
His thirst was intense. That stream of water spilling out onto the baking desert was simply irresistible.
Very carefully Eddie reached through the fence and picked up the hose. Aah. A bit warm but he didn’t mind.
A few yards away the old fool groaned. He’d live.
Eddie hadn’t been so stupid. He knew the top rails were electrified.
All horses know that.
This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.