Short Story

HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOR

Nancy's Notes 🖊️🎶

“Eavesdropper, eh? Terrific odds. He’s a mudder and on this muddy track today, I’m taking that as a good sign. Just look at his lineage! Yep, Millie, I predict Eavesdropper’s the winner of Race 9” Harry Goldman boasted to his wife.

She brushed him off with a wave of her hand. “Whatever, Harry Houdini. Not one of your so-called magical predictions has paid off yet.”

“All right, Millie. I admit you got lucky today. What’s your secret? Been communicating with a horse whisperer?” Harry asked, annoyed at his wife’s winning streak.

“Oh, zip it, Harry! If it wasn’t for me, we’d be in the poor house. You haven’t won all day! Now be quiet and let me concentrate on my choice for this race.” Millie buried her nose in the racing form.

Harry heaved his portly body out of his seat. “Pardon moi, madame. I’m gonna place my bet on Eavesdropper. Then we’ll see who’s got horse sense!”

“Haha!! Horse sense! That’s a good one, Harry! You’ve been sittin’ on yours so long you’re now a horse’s ass!” Millie cackled. “Go on up. I’ll be along in a minute. I’m thinking here.” Snapping her Bazooka like a bubblegum queen, Millie studied the lineup for the next race, then clickety-clacked her way to the betting windows, her leopard print heels pinging off the metal steps like a kid’s cap gun. 

Bets placed, Harry and Millie settled in for the race. “I got a good feeling about this one, Millie!” Harry said excitedly, rubbing his hands together. 

The starting gun shot out and the announcer shouted “And they’re off!” 

Eavesdropper took the lead immediately and didn’t let go. Anxious, Harry sprang to his feet, urging his horse on. Suddenly, the horse in fourth place started picking up steam. Faster and faster he galloped, flying past the other horses, and at the last second crossed the finish line just before Eavesdropper. 

The announcer’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker. “I can’t believe my eyes! What a shocker! The winner by a nose …. Muddy Waters!”  

Harry slumped into his seat, defeated. “I don’t freaking believe it! Of all the rotten luck! Eavesdropper was a shoe-in.”

Millie, however, was happy as a clam. “Well, I won again, Harry! Good old Muddy Waters brought it home for mama. I just knew it!” 

Harry stared at his wife, amazement mingled with contempt dripped from his creased brow. “Now wait just a damn minute! You won again?? Millie, I’m begging you! How’d you do it?” 

“Harry, calm yourself before you have a coronary! It’s really a no-brainer. Remember how you said the track was muddy today? When I saw the name ‘Muddy Waters’, I knew I had to go with him. I was inspired.” 

“Ok, I’ll give you that one, Millie. But how’d you pick all the other winners?”

Millie chewed her bottom lip, not sure if she wanted to reveal her secret. Finally she blurted out “It’s the colors! If I like what the jockey’s wearing, I’ll pick that horse.” 

Flabbergasted, Harry spewed out his beer and howled with laughter. “That’s your strategy? COLORS?!? Ok, Mrs. Crayola. Who you picking for the last race?” 

Millie looked around surreptitiously. Tapping the racing form with her fire engine red fingernail, she pointed to a name on the card. 

Harry was nonplussed by Millie’s revelation.

“HIM?? Rabelais? His color is ‘Eiffel Tower Brown’ – like a friggin’ turd! Are you sure that’s how you wanna go, Millie?” Harry was almost giddy, anticipating Millie’s long-awaited loss.

“Shh! Not so loud, Harry! People are listening! He’s from France and you know how I love my Frenchies! You could say I-FELL for them!” Millie elbowed Harry and laughed gleefully at her pun.

“Hardy-har-har!! Aren’t you the clever one?” Harry groaned. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I give up, Millie. Go with your cockamamie hunch and bet it all on Rabelais!” 

Millie was already at the window, her chubby fist clutching her money, before Harry was even finished talking.

NAR © 2023

Join me today for
a very special
Name That Tune.
It’s a sure bet
you’ll have a blast!
https://rhythmsection.blog/

33 thoughts on “HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOR”

  2. Pingback: The Week in Review – Iris Carden, Author

    1. I’m with you, Tom! I won’t pretend to know about horseracing. In all my life I’ve only gone to the track a few times and, while the final seconds of each race were quite exciting, I was more drawn to the colorful silks than anything else!
      I think observing a couple like Harry and Millie in action would be a trip!

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

  10. This is a great story, Nancy. It makes me think of going to the races for the first time myself. I bet on a long shot with five dollars based on the name of the horse and won a fair amount of money. I realized I enjoyed it too much, and didn’t want to make a habit of it. I am much like the woman in your story. There’s something to be said about women’s intuition though. Have a blessed day and big hugs. 🌹❤️🎈

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

    1. Hi, Joni! Great to see you here! Thanks for your wonderful comments.
      I’m a lot like Millie, too. Pure luck all the way; the part about picking the colors is something I used to do.
      It’s great fun but like anything where you get a taste for winning, it can be dangerous.

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

      1. Oh how fun. You are such a great storyteller and I am sure you have discovered Nigel by now too. Lots of energy there too. I liked and related to her character. You are right it is exciting to go to the races. Sounds like you bet like I did. Yes, I had way too much fun. Great story and blessings to you my friend. ❤️🌹

        Liked by 1 person

        Reply

  11. Cracked me up – reminded me of my Aunt Tess – she practically lived at Yonkers Raceway – bet according to any kind of fakatka system and yes, because of the color of the jockey’s silks…won way more often than she lost and had a ‘secret’ bank account for her winnings. Whereas my Uncle Al (her BIL) made a career out of losing. If he showed up at the track the same time as my Aunt she wouldn’t let him sit anywhere near her. When she couldn’t get to the track she hung out at the OTB parlor. (Is it a NYC thing or an age thing that we use the word ‘parlor’ as in beauty parlor, funeral parlor and yes, betting parlor for OTB?)

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

Leave a reply to The Sicilian Storyteller Cancel reply