“Flara are you sure you want to run? It rained last night and it looks like it could start again any minute.” Zoe leaned against the wall. Flara was tying her shoes.
“Mom I’ll be fine. I run in the rain all the time. I’m wearing my heavy jacket as well,” Flara stood up and zipped the jacket she wore.
“You are so stubborn. I’ll have a hot cup of tea for you when you get back,” Zoe sighed and turned away. Flara had too much of her father in her and behind her. She didn’t really listen to what her mother ever said. If dad said it was okay, she did it.
It did start raining and hard as Flara crossed the road where she always turned just passed Sweet Stream Stables. She ducked her head to keep the rain from pelting her face. As she reached the Stables drive way she ran smack into something.