30/04/18
100 Word Challenge
SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE
Misty and I were completing a perfect show jumping round. We were in good time and had cleared all of the jumps that we had tackled. As we approached the fifth jump, she put in a refusal and it all went downhill from there. A large double with red and blue poles was next. I felt her stride falter but I kept her on the jump. Suddenly she shied to the left and I tumbled onto the jump with a crash. I saw crimson blood spilling over my white jodhpurs and I screamed frantically. The course official ran over, her face grave and concerned. “Call 111,” she shouted. Her face blurred as I drifted into unconsciousness.
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