Friday, December 18, 2009

Stealing Freedom

Harold eyed the long row of stalls nervously. The air smelled of wet horse and manure and the acrid sting of old urine. "What are we doing here?" he said, pulling off his gloves.

"Stealing Freedom," said Jasfoup. "Now hush, and put your gloves back on."

"But freedom is a concept," said Harold. "You can't steal freedom. You can steal the freedom of an individual by depriving him of his rights. You can even steal the freedom of a nation or an ethnic group, but you can't steal Freedom."

"You can when it's a racehorse," said Jasfoup, "and a lot of people are going to be very unhappy when it disappears."

"What will you do with it?"

"Send it to a farm where it can live out its life playing with butterflies," said Jasfoup.

"Really?"

The demon counted to ten. "Sure."

7 comments:

aims said...

Ah Harold. Sometimes you are just a sad git.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I think of him as 'filled with childlike trust'

Shelly Rayedeane said...

That's a beautiful horse. Nobody can anyone's freedom if their will remains bent and not broken.

I'm all for freedom and free will. I'm glad to be an American right now.

DJ Kirkby said...

Oh dear...I fear I am Harold. I was thinking "awwww" just as Harold said "really?"

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you Shelley.

Deej - It just shows how trusting you are.

stephanie said...

It's the last line that makes this one. :)

(Had written much more but decided discretion was the better part of valour, even if the quote is misappropriated.)

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Steph.

I'm not sure how much this changes Jasfoup's character.