As the horse slowly approached, shadowy legs emerged leaving impressions on the mist. The hooves barely touched the ground as it glided nearer. A curfew of silence still governed this world so there was no sound, even when the horse's head lowered and brushed mine.
I watched in awe as my small hand rose to stroke its muzzle, but its head shied away.
It's okay I heard a soothing, gentle voice say: it may have been mine, I neither knew nor cared.
Then my fingers touched its cheek and in an explosion of blinding colours, I fell to my knees.
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
I love ‘shadowy legs emerged leaving impressions on the mist.’ That is so brilliant in that I know exactly what you mean and I see (imagine) it too. This is such a beautifully crafted and written drabble Drew. I need to know what happens next!😨
Drew Martyn over 1 year ago
That's lovely, Neville, thank you :)