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My brother and I skipped two counties over to a dreamy little town called New Lancaster to collect a pickup from a senile farmer who was paying us to take it off his hands. The truck came with a portable horse stall in tow. I dont feel much like unhitching it, the farmer said, and threw a rotten peach over the roof of his barn. In each town kids spilled out of their homes as if Id been tolling an ice cream bell. They trailed behind the pickup like loose debris from an earthbound comet, riding up on the bumper at stops and sticking their heads through the bars of the stall. Wheres the horsie, mister, they asked. Hes dead, I told them. Hes glue now. They asked what brand of glue. I asked them what brand they used in school. Yes—I said—hes that kind. They cried for a long time. My brother offered sticks of gum as consolation. I felt a little sad too He was a small horse but he was fast; hooves like mallets as he clobbered through wheat fields. He was always running from something.


Ravi Mangla Horsie


Ravi Mangla lives in Fairport, NY. His short fiction has recently appeared online at Hobart, Pindeldyboz, Wigleaf, elimae, and Dogzplot. He keeps a blog at

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