He bought her as a foal. Spirited with good blood lines she showed promise. Tom, his long-time trainer, agreed. Training started immediately.
At two years old, she was entered in her Baby Race. Clad in purple, Juarez was up that day. She ran against eight other two year olds from the number 6 post. Chestnut brown, white socks, black mane, she stood out among the others. Crowning Glory won that race.
It was her first and last race. She would fall and break her leg in the next race and be put down. This is life in horse racing.
In response to Carrot Ranch July 30 Flash Fiction Challenge – Crowning Glory.
Miss Judy Writes 
Ah! The crown is lost and with it a fine horse. Well done, Judy. Thank you for joining us at Carrot Ranch!
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Thanks, Charli.
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We don’t always hear these stories of horse racing. Ouch.
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This happens far too often to these beautiful animals.
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sniff. She’d barely stretched her legs.
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