I dragged myself back to the writing task in several half-hour chunks of time today, and scraped my way past the 15,000 word quota. No ninjas were harmed in the making of this scene.
“Well, well, now that would a shame to waste.” The man hopped down onto the platform beside them. He reached down and picked up the soiled apple with the fewest possible number of fingers, then wiped it dry on the lower side of his pants leg. “Looks like Gretchen gets a treat.”
Molly had a look of disgust on her face, shocked that he would consider giving the apple to anyone to eat now. She certainly no longer wanted it for herself.
The man laughed at her reaction. “Missy, Gretchen is my horse, here.” He held the apple on his flat palm and fed it to the animal.
Maybe I write more when I’m hungry?