My eyes lingered on the black ribbon of road stretched behind me. Though my foot never deviated from the accelerator, driving me away, my heart slammed in to my ribs trying frantically to sprint back to Kent. I pulled into the drive and shut the car off. The silence no longer made me itch, I felt nothing, nothing at all. With no real recollection of how I got there I found myself in the barn. Mechanically I began to clean the stalls. It was peaceful there, in my routine, it comforted me after the dull roar of the school day. A flash of copper raced across my field of vision, my eyes snapped my head around trying to focus on the flash. The sun hid behind the cottony clouds blanketing the parched grass in murky light. There racing through the haze was JB, his brilliant coat glinting. Then a image slithered across my memory and took my breath away.
Perfect blue sky towered over him, not a single cloud blemished it. He stood there in the middle of the pasture, head high, legs locked. I sat in the grass close by studying him. The sun seared my exposed shoulders, I could practically here my skin screaming for aloe. Gatsby jerked and wheeled away bolting another circuit around the field. I shook my head, and suddenly I was back in November.
Gatsby. Gone. Gone. Gone. GONE.
I have to tell myself every time I walk out to the barn that he will not be there.
I'll write Part 2 soon readers.
Raime
Perfect blue sky towered over him, not a single cloud blemished it. He stood there in the middle of the pasture, head high, legs locked. I sat in the grass close by studying him. The sun seared my exposed shoulders, I could practically here my skin screaming for aloe. Gatsby jerked and wheeled away bolting another circuit around the field. I shook my head, and suddenly I was back in November.
Gatsby. Gone. Gone. Gone. GONE.
I have to tell myself every time I walk out to the barn that he will not be there.
I'll write Part 2 soon readers.
Raime