Dear friends of TheBedtimestory.online, today I would like to give you a short story of myself that I wrote a few weeks ago.
It is a short love story that takes place in a horse race: "The horse race" is the name of this story. You get this short story here in the international version plus a new song with the same name as the story and a short radio play.
I had the idea that the story takes place around 1840 or earlier, when there were still principalities in Germany. The main characters are the prince and his contessa and the boy or coachman.
I wish you a lot of fun with this little bedtime story and the song that goes with it.
Here is the text:
At the horse race short story by Ralf Christoph Kaiser April 22nd, 2021
You are the prince's contessa on horseback. We stand at the horse racing track and you watch, with sun hats and binoculars and white pointed gloves. Your handbag falls down and I the boy pick it up carefully. Later I get confectionery and bring it on a silver tray along with a cup of mocha. You spread your fingers when you lift the cup, take a sip and grin at me. A look like a thousand words - you give me a large tip and I kiss your hand. You accept and throw your hair back with your hand behind you. You pull erotic along a strand of hair to the tip and then look scared at the track, because the horses thunder past. Her husband is crazy about winning and hoots the jockey by calling out to him, the slip of paper with his number firmly in hand. He has bet 1000 guilders on the 1 and wants to win. You look afterwards, somewhat bored, and ask to nibble on the confectionery again. I'm clumsy and the tray tips over. Some of the coffee spills over the hem of your clothes and you jump up screaming. You want to give me a slapstick, but I evade and run away through the crowd. Nobody else really noticed what was happening because everyone was staring at the horses. It is also a bit dusty and you walk away from the train to look for the toilet.
We meet behind the front door to the counter. Nobody else is there because everyone is standing outside by the train. You are briefly scared as I step on you, but then take me to the side and we kiss wildly and stormily. I'm blushing and my cap slips. When footsteps sound on the parquet, you run past me as if nothing had happened and disappear into the ladies' toilet. I adjust my cap and disappear to buy an evening newspaper for the gentleman. He snaps at me briefly while pulling on his cigar and pushes 5 guilders into my hand. I make a little bow and go to prepare the carriage for departure. Suddenly there is a lot of screeching and shouting because the 1 wins the race. The gentleman insists on it and picks up his winnings himself at the cash register. The notes are counted in stacks and he takes them calmly and hides them in an inside pocket of the jacket. He is clearly in a good mood and the three of us leave by coach. Me on the driver's seat and you and he in the back with a patio and an open top. As we drive past, the mayor waves to us and the crowd in front of the wooden grandstand with the extension is about to dissolve.
The Herald continues to call his extra leaf of the evening as we thunder away. There is a bit of dust while the two horses rear up and gallop away with the three of us in tow.
I will remember that afternoon on a Saturday in May forever.
Thanks for your support and sleep well!
Ralf Christoph Kaiser for Thebedtimestory.online