Of Last Minute Contest Entries and Typos

I read about the Caferati KGAF Flash Fiction contest somewhere and decided to enter about 1 hr before the deadline. Here's what I turned in (there was a theme/trigger "Black Horse"):

She cringed in pain, her hand on her cheek. She bit her lip and said nothing. When she looked in the mirror after he left, she saw the mark of his calloused hand. She was used to this, but every time, it hurt more than the last time, like an ever-widening a wound. She ran outside like she did every single time. Their farm had stables near the outhouse. The stables were her refuge. There, she walked directly to the last stall. There stood her only friend. He was dark, just like her, but somehow black looked much nicer on a horse than on a woman; or so they said. He was a thoroughbred, the pride of the stable. The gentle horse nuzzled his big head on her neck and she felt like he understood. She had never tried to ride him, because she had never really learnt to ride. Today she wondered if there was another reason. She walked around and thought about how tall he seemed. In one swift motion, like a veteran rider, she hoisted herself on him. He seemed as startled as she was. He raised his head and neighed like he wanted to show off to her.

She had left the door to the stall open. He was out of the stable and galloping in the open field like it belonged to him. Neither of them knew where they were heading, but they knew they were free.

Damn the typo. And now I can see a zillion things that are wrong about the piece. Oh well.