Story Good Girl (Short Story)

**Note: This is my first short story I've ever written and published... Feedback is greatly appreciated so I'll be able to improve!

My mother and I were extremely close. Sometimes, when I was feeling down, she would take me out to the forest where we would rest and look to the sky, watching the shapes in the clouds slowly warp and dissipate. Those were some of my favorite memories.

And one day, we were doing just that. The sun beat down onto my skin and warmed me to the core. I lay next to my Mom, listening to her breathe. I shifted my gaze to the horizon where I watched a flock of birds take off from the tree tops.

Something was wrong.

We both rose to attention and remained silent. The fear that somebody was watching us made us both shudder. Mother looked to me and whispered, "Quickly." as she pointed to the woods leading home.

The loud blast made my ears ring. My mother fell limply into the grass. Petrified with fear, I backed against a tree and screamed. A large man with a scruffy brown beard emerged from the trees. He wore camouflage and held a large rifle in his burly hands.

His eyes turned to me and saddened.

All I could do was stare down at my hooves before he aimed his rifle at me. "Good girl," he said before squeezing the trigger.