The Mare

Velvet

Lexy was in the arena riding and I was last in a line of girls, right after this girl Amber, and my mare was moving her ass around like a volcano was under it, except not like bucking, more like she’d caught some kind of feeling going over those jumps and she wanted to go. The girls lined up in front of me were too close for me to turn her; I had to sit her and quiet her. Then that voice called her “fugly” and bad feeling took my heart, like when the branches flew past and I fell off her all alone, up into the sky and then slam on the ground, darkness closing in. Her running away from me. Dominic walking away from me. Everything far away. You are all alone.