The Summer of '93
Date: 8/17/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: BethanyFrasier, Source: LushStories
The rain had ended sometime in the night before I woke up, and I remembered what Tharyn had once told me about fireworks making it rain. 'C'mon,' I'd thought. My older sister was notorious for seeming pedantic, but I guess she was right. Something about the dust particles in the atmosphere. The rain had left the early Monday morning deceptively cool, but it was July, and I knew it would soon turn into another scorcher. It was just after dawn, and I had mucked the stalls and pulled off a fresh flake of hay for each of the horses we boarded in our stable. My own brown quarter-horse, Thunder was under the overhanging bay of the hay-mow waiting for me to finish up scrubbing the water-buckets. Pip never cleaned them properly, and the hot summer temperatures would encourage algae to bloom in the horses’ drinking water if I didn’t do it. From the look of the stalls, she hadn’t done a very good job mucking them the previous day either. She’d deny it of course, and we’d only get into another argument if I told mom. Dad would defend her as usual. It was the day after Independence Day, 1993, and the celebrations in the village had concluded the night before with the big fireworks show my family sponsored, and had every year since I was a little girl. My twin and I had taken turns over the weekend sitting over the dunk-tank at the street-fair, waiting for guys to throw baseballs at the target-lever and dump us into the water tank to raise money for the Kiwanis Club. My older sister ...