A Race Against Time

The Jockey sat atop his horse, staring into the middle distance his eyes placed on the brown speck across the way. It would be tough, but Greenie could do it. The Jockey bent and patted Greenie behind the ears, Greenie whinnied a response. It was now or never.

Kicking Greenie into action the Jockey clung to the horse’s saddle and listened solely to the clatter of hoof against the wooden base. the wind flew past, his ears echoed with sounds of a car with its window rolled down. As her hooves pattered against the floor in rhythmic melodical bursts, the Jockey could tell that Greenie was in high spirits.

The first gap was on them now, it was only five feet across, but the Jockeys stomach still plunged as Greenie leaped across. They landed with a thud and then the rhythm of the hooves continued onwards, nary a beat was skipped. Thyr were making enjoyable time the Jockey thought, but it could be better. The Jockey dug his heels into Greenies side once more and the loyal steed picked up its pace.

They brown speck had grown I size; the Jockey could now make out the pedestal. He chuckled, just two more jumps top go and they win. He crouched his body down bracing for the next jump. She jumped over it with ease and the Jockey began to laugh yet again. It was all over now, just one more. He could not wait to see those guy's faces when he presses the button.

The Jockey dug into Greenies side once more, urging her to go faster. If they were going to win, they were going to set a record. Greenie picked up the pace approaching the next jump the Jockey squished his body against Greenie.

Then as they leaped over the pit something happened, Greenie buckled forward. The Jockey fell forward off Greenie, his body flailed as he sailed through the air in an instant he was falling downward. As his body twisted and twirled in the air, he caught glimpses of the blinding yellow light from above. The wind whipped at his ears in rhythm with his heartbeat which was beating with a ferocity unmatched to any rock concert in existence.

Suddenly his body halted, it felt as if his insides had not ceased which left a deep sinking feeling in his gut that quickly rose back up. The Jockey let loose of his contents, large chunks fell from, his mouth and onto his jacket marking it green. The Jockey groaned as he hung there and eventually got his bearing. Looking around he found Greenie about fifteen feet away flailing her legs in the air and screaming her brains out.

A darkness passed over the slit above and before the Jockey knew it, he was inside of something. The floor of it felt cold and smooth. Like the metal rings that connected the saddle after a night of cold air. The Jockey fell back as the container shifted starkly upward and left a sickly familiar feeling in his gut. I am never taking an elevator again the Jockey thought as he felt another wave of nausea pass over him.

After a few moments, the jarring motion had settled. Whatever was concealing His vision flooded with yellow light and he covered his eyes with his arm. His perception of the world began to change as he began to grow. His feet placed ion the picnic table that Greenie and he were running on just minutes before.

The room they were in was a small space, crammed with various people in white lab coats, each with clipboards and jotting various notes down. There was one standing just ahead of the Jockey. The man had a weird gun pointed at the Jockey. It appeared as a standard ha nigun from the grip up, but the barrel twisted around itself in a clockwise manner. Pointing out from the barrel of the gun was a small antenna that glowed bright yellow.

The man put the gun down to his side, smiled and said," Well now Frank, looks like you owe me fifteen bucks.".