There’s a Horse in Your House and It Won’t Leave

There's a Horse in Your House and It Won't Leave

“Wees creatief en schrijf één pagina,” luidde de creative writing-opdracht voor één van mijn vakken dit jaar. Dus ik deed wat ik het liefst doe: een foto uitzoeken en daar een verhaal bij bedenken.

“There’s a horse in your house and it won’t leave!”

“Alice! This is not a good ti… Wait, what?” Phoebe sits in the cubicle of the ladies’ room.

“There’s a horse in your house,” Alice repeats, loud and clear.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not, and it won’t go away.” She checks again. The horse is still standing there.

“Where did the horse even come from?” Phoebe asks in an attempt to remain calm and composed. Of the two of them, she’s the one who can do that.

“I don’t know, Phoebe! Please help me. It’s just standing there doing nothing and I don’t know what to do.” She anxiously eyes the animal. It seems completely unaware of her presence and to be rather enjoying itself.

“Well, try harder then! Listen, David’s waiting for me to return from the bathroom, so I have to go.” Phoebe gets up again and opens the door, then stops when Alice interrupts her.

“I tried. I even yelled at it.”

“You yelled at it. There’s a bloody horse in my house and you yelled at it.” It remains silent.

Phoebe sighs. “Have you tried luring it away?”

“Brilliant idea!”

“Okay, good luck.” Before Alice can think twice, Phoebe hung up, leaving Alice alone with the horse.

“It’s still there,” Alice groans a few minutes later when she phones Phoebe again. She has retreated into the kitchen, where she can hide herself yet see the horse.

“What do you mean, it’s still there?” The other women in the ladies’ room throw Phoebe curious looks, just like David had done when she announced a bathroom visit for the second time within ten minutes.

“I tried luring it away with carrots. I know horses love carrots. So did this one. Ate them all.”

“Lure, Alice, lure. Not feed it.” She rolls her eyes.

“I want to try some peanut butter. Everyone loves peanut butter. But I can’t find it.”

“I don’t like peanut butter,” Phoebe drily replies.

“Oh,” Alice says. Silence. “I’ll try sugar cubes.”

“Whatever. Just make it go away and don’t interrupt me again. I really like this guy, Alice!” Her agitation is clearly audible as Phoebe hangs up on Alice for the second, but not the last time. Only five minutes later, Phoebe finds herself in the ladies’ room. Again.

“What?” Phoebe almost screams into her phone after having left her date behind, confused about her apparently premature incontinency—or her late potty training.

“It pooped.”


As composedly as possible, Phoebe returns to the table. She apologetically bats her eyelashes at David, who looks relieved and still eager to see her. She sits down, tells him that she has to go—again. Why, he asks.

“Well, there’s a horse in my house and it won’t leave.”

Fabio Muzzi - AFP/Getty Images

Foto: Fabio Muzzi – AFP/Getty Images

2 reacties op “There’s a Horse in Your House and It Won’t Leave”

Doet mij denken aan Dirk Gently’s Hollistic Detective Agency door Douglas Adams, puur en alleen door het paard in de kamer hoor.

Engels is en blijft wel een geweldige taal om in te schrijven, lijkt mij helaas alleen wel ontzettend lastig om daarin iets te bereiken. Als in, een boek publiceren. Maar ach, ik blijf dromen. 🙂

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