brush with disaster (TG Female > Herm Centaur )

Story by Yeania Aeon

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A Brush With DisasterBy Yeania Aeon and syntaxerror37Edited by Blackraven2

The sun was slowly rising as a lone car turned off on to a dirt road. It's driver and sole occupant looked out into the distance before glancing back at her new (and quite expensive) GPS unit, spitting out coordinates on it’s monochrome screen. Her bright blue eyes then moved to the map unfolded on the passenger’s seat.

“Odd...this road isn’t even on the map.“ Valda Tribett spoke aloud, a habit she had while driving alone.

She continued on the road until she passed a large number of fields containing horses. Valda stopped, getting out with her 35mm camera to get a few shots. She took some pictures of the pastoral scenes and the beautiful horses. That is why she was on this trip in the first place. Changing lenses, she took a few wide angle shots as the sun illuminated everything perfectly. Being a freelance photographer was a dream she had ever since she had gotten her first camera. She still carried the cheap pink 110mm camera in her bag, just in case.

With the fields of horses, Valda knew there had to be someone around to take care of them. That made her feel a little less lost. Her decade old car bounced down the dirt road, almost in time to the music playing on the cassette tape. Following the dirt road Valda came to a farmhouse. Slowly, she turned onto the driveway that led to the farm house.

The house itself looked at least a century old. Like most old farmhouses it had been added onto over the decades. The only thing unifying the structure was a uniform coat of paint. The most curious thing about the farm were the huge number of cars parked in rows around the house. Ranging from fairly modern cars to very old ones. Unlike the house, they didn’t seem to be getting much in the way of care as some were rusted out husks. Valda parked her car and got out and grabbing her camera. She walked around a bit taking pictures as she made her way towards the house.

“Hello there!” A male voice called out.

She nearly jumped. Valda turned to see a farmer had come out and greeter her. He seemed to be older, maybe in his mid fifties with a mostly gray head of hair. He was dressed in denim overalls, boots, and a plain t shirt. Pretty much a stereotypical farmer.

Valda pushed her shoulder length black hair out of her face, “oh god, don't sneak up to people.“

The man laughed “ sorry dear, you were busy taking pictures and I didn’t want to spoil the shot.“

Valda gave an awkward smile as she reached out her hand, “I’m Valda Tribett freelance photographer.“

The farmer shook her hand “ Boriex Spellweaver, horse breeder,” he said with a smile.

Valda tilted her head slightly, “interesting surname you have Boriex, not that your first name is something you hear often. Anyway, so, you breed horses? You wouldn’t mind me taking pictures around here, would you?“ She asked lifting the camera up off her button down shirt.

Boriex shook his head, “no I won't mind just stay out of the back stable, the one farthest back with the old slate roof.”

“Alright I’ll stay out of you way and won’t bother you.“

Valda left her car behind, needing to stretch her legs after driving all night. She walked past various stables and outbuildings. All around Valda saw horses and and young foals. She smiled at the cute foals as she snapped her pictures. It didn’t take Valda long to finish off the roll of film in her camera. Standing by an empty field, she paused to swap out a film roll with a new one. Looking up, Valda saw there was one stable left. It looked older than the other buildings on the farm. The front and back walls were built of field stone and it had an old worn slate roof. She guessed it was close in age to the farm house.

Valda walked closer, pausing only to take a picture of the old stable. One of the doors was open slightly. Her curiosity was peaked, what did it look like inside? She looked around, Boriex was nowhere in sight and she was quite far from the farm house. The only eyes watching her were a numb

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