“Get a grip.” Her voice sounded strange. Flat and muted, like she was in one of those sound proof rooms with foam all over the walls. A padded room might be just the thing. She smirked at her own dumb joke. She really needed air.
Lindy listened for birds or the buzz of mosquitoes as she walked across the yard, but only heard her boots gently brushing the grass. She pulled open the barn door and called to the two horses as she entered. “Janeway! Picard! You guys thirsty?”
The brown horse, Picard, snorted and bucked his head a few times in his stall. Janeway, a smaller black thoroughbred, shuffled closer to Lindy and stuck her nose through a slat in the stall’s gate. Lindy scratched the horse’s muzzle then walked to the back of the barn to grab the hose.
“Who feels like going out for a ri
