[ WP ] Your beloved grandpa dies but all he leaves you is a horse called Sneezy . One afternoon while riding , Sneezy sneezes and suddenly you 're in a different era .

I recall the day gramps died. I was sat in school, labouring over some test I barely remember the content of. My phone rang once and, not wanting to be thrown out of my examination, I ignored it until the uncomfortable vibration ceased to rattle against my thigh any further. 
 
 Then it rang again. 
 
 And again. 
 
 Every time it started anew my heart sank deeper and deeper. You see, gramps was already in the hospital. That I knew. I did n't quite know why though, I was deemed too young to be privy to that information. But something about the incessant ringing triggered an evil thought in my head. I knew there was n't really much time left. Without looking at my phone I left the room. Simply began to walk out, not feeling the gazes of twenty stunned people. I heard the teacher try to call after me and I said `` I have to go''. Or so I recall. 
 
 Gramps died when I got to the hospital. I watched it happen. I watched as my family cried. I watched as the nurse checked for his pule. Neck, wrist, chest. *'' I'm sorry'' *. The next few days were numb for me. I did n't quite know what world I was in. Slowly things began to change, back to normal, back to busy. The burial, the paperwork, the mourning well-wishers. I saw it all go past in a blur like a spectator at a race. Then, out of blue, a car came hurtling towards me and gave me something to focus my attention on: Sneezy. Gramps' ex-work horse. 
 
 Sneezy was a bastard. He would kick at me every damn chance he got. He did n't like the carrots I had touched and had very nearly left me with a total of 6 fingers and only one thumb at the age of 12. How I would have mastered the art of frequent masturbation in my early teen years with three fewer digits is beyond me. 
 
 Yet gramps had seen fit to leave Sneezy to me. So, I began to visit the bitter beast at the weekends. Combing his mane, brushing out mud from his coat, unsticking the shit from his hooves. Shit everywhere. He was more tolerant now in his old age and I would spend days talking to him about gramps and all his dirty jokes. Sneezy would shit in reply but he was good company otherwise. The months flew by and I forgot all about gramps. The way he looked, the way he sounded, the way he used to get so damn angry he would call me a sonofabitch and not realise the implications. It's sad really. 
 
 I began to ride Sneezy from time to time, to help stretch his legs and keep him fit. Just around the field, letting him chase a butterfly or marvel at the way the wind would render ripples in the grass. Then, Sneezy finally sneezed. 
 
 Lights out. 
 
 My eyes did n't adjust to the darkness quickly enough for me to comprehend that Sneezy was at a comfortable gallop now, the wind pulling my hair backwards. In the distance I could hear shouting and the sounds of metal clanging. Desperately I gripped at the damn horse's mane and grasped until he screeched and slowed down. As he bucked gently to let me know I was to expect revenge at some point in the near future, my eyes began to adapt. Silhouettes became huts and a well. Scrabbling shadows became women scurrying in all directions, huddling babes close to their chests, dressed in leather and what could best be described as dirty sheets. *Where in the fuck am I? *. 
 
 `` ANGAAAA! MI HO TAMI KA ANGAAAAA!'' I heard the sound of someone running behind me and I ducked just in time to see an adze fly over my head. Sneezy pirouetted at speed and I felt his face impact something dense, the shockwave nearly sending me hurtling off him. I braced and tightened my legs. Looking down I saw a man in war leather, face painted in sprays of blood, long matted hair and orange teeth, decayed from god know's what. He grimaced angrily and rose back up, this time with a dagger. 
 
 My heart was beating like a drum roll. He saw the fear in my eyes as he approached, menacingly pointing his weapon at me. 
 
 `` Me ugu ta pinjo mi, anga. Furio to pishey'' Before I had the chance to tell him I was friendly, he lunged. 
 
 God knows why I wrapped myself around Sneezy's neck. If I had n't I would n't have felt him sneeze once more. Whole-heartedly and what I can only assume was right into my assailant's face. 
 
 I opened my eyes and saw the field again, blue above, green below, the barn a smudge on the horizon. Sneezy went after another butterfly.
