Enchanted I was by that family of wild horses. On four legs they were swift and agile. Their quick gentle spirits awakened a lounging deep within my soul. Quietly I asked the beautiful golden mare for a favor. She agreed. Straddling her warm curving back I slipped seamlessly into her form. Weaving my fingers through her thick black mane I gave a gentle squeeze asking for a journey into her world. She raced with me breathlessly into the wind forging a mysterious love of freedom born from the seed of my lounging. Our fortuitous encounter bonded horse and human forever.
Flash Fiction
