Running Through the Dark Blog Archive on April 21, 2009, 9:30

by Violet Inkpen, age 12

The girl walked up to the black horse and stroked her neck. The horse turned and nudged her rider’s shoulder with such affection that she girl gave her a big hug.

“Come on Lilly, it’s time to mount,” her father said, boosting her into the saddle. “Are you sure you don’t want Jim to run this? It’s her first race after all,” he said, pointing to their normal jockey.

Lilly clenched her teeth, narrowed her eyes, and straightened her back. “I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Blind Chance will