Clear Day.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Strolling across the countryside I never expected to come across a horse racing stadium.

Submitted: October 26, 2018

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Submitted: October 26, 2018



Strolling across the country side on a beautiful sunny day, I came across this stadium. It was jammed packed. I looked on a bit and wanted to know what was going on. I got to the locket and was told the meeting was for whites only. I said, '' You gotta be joking!''
''No,'' he said, ''that's the rule.''  It was a horse racing place.
I said to the man, '' You know what?  If that's your rule, then there'll be no horse racing today.''
He looked at me as if I was mad.

At exactly noon, it began to snow, the sky became grey, the racing was abandoned. The following day, the sun was out and shining like mad. Again,, the stadium was packed, all white people, waiting for the first race to start. I went to the locket, the man from yesterday recognised me. He said, '' You don't give up, do you? Sorry, but I can't let you in.''
I said to him, '' Sorry, but there'll be no horse racing.'' No sooner had I said that, there came lightning, rain and thunder. THe horse racing was cancelled.

On the third day, there was not a cloud in the sky. As usual, the stadium was packed. I went up to the locket, the man said, ''You must be someone powerful. I will not look at the skin, go on in!''
I went in and there was only one seat available. There was a notice: 'Clear Day.'' I laughed, the whole stadium burst out laughing. I shouted out loud, '' Clear day!.''

The End.

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