The cab driver’s leash
skinned
his glistening black hide.
Head high
and goaded often,
he made it till
the Ludgate Hill.
But
his exhaustion and their luggage
beat him.
His feet slipped
and the wagon toppled.
Short-winded,
He rose again.
Leastways, tried.
Sounds exhausting..you captured the scene perfectly with the words you chose. I felt such pity. Must have been an awful heavy wagon. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy ... I am glad that the scene gets conveyed. I really appreciate your visits:)
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Ruby
You really took me there. Such evocative writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan. Nothing more pleasing to hear than such words. I am glad I could narrate the scene this way
DeleteGreat job conveying his struggle.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Christine. I am glad his struggle came across
DeleteUnique perspective in this little story.
ReplyDeleteThank you Cynk. I am glad to hear such appreciations for this little work
DeleteVery good job describing the events!
ReplyDeleteThank you Donetta
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