Bunch, stretch. Bunch, stretch.
Strides lengthening.
Pacing, eagerly for the early run.
I feel her tense underneath, eager for the early morning run.
The lead creature twitches and catapults forward, stones scuttle away, disturbed.
Flying, barely touching the ground, charging through the blurs of colour.
Sounds exaggerated.
The birds escape to the safety of the never ending sky as the shrill gurgles’ echo makes a stretch to my ears.
The beautiful and graceful creatures raise their delicate heads in unison, unsure.
They protract slightly then leap forward, the elements swelling, inflamed.
Bunch, stretch. Bunch, stretch.
Their tantalizing strides dissolve as they run, there is no denial,
They run with fear.
Shrieks and curses escape into the air, there is falling. Lots of falling.
Yet she races ahead, overtaking others of her kind.
A green obstacle rises almost mockingly out of the ground.
Feet are braced and jar sideways out and into the air.
Air spinning. Green, blue, brown colours gyrate haltingly.
Pain
A wall of dizziness blocks my mind. I know a disaster has occurred,
Maybe avoided.
I try to get up. It takes three tries. She is waiting for me.
I trust her and she trusts me
Her liquid honey eyes flicker over me.
I take her shabby leading ropes and she lends me strength.
Just by being there for me.
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The Path Into My Twisted Mind-collection of short stories
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