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Author Insight
My Dream Horse is Hurt
The week this story, Dream Horse, was published, I am suddenly faced with the possibility of losing my dream horse. My mare, named Dressed for Tea, is the ideal horse for me. She arrived in my life after decades of sick, hurt, crazy, you-name-it horses that did not work out for one reason or another. She gave me back my confidence, she is oh-so-sweet, and I now understand when people say a particular animal is their "heart horse." She's all that. This week, she became quite lame very suddenly from an insidious equine malady called laminitis. It can be mild and treatable, or it can cause permanent crippling lameness and/or require euthanasia. It is so hard to watch her suffer as I treat and manage the symptoms and pray. So ironic, after just writing this story. I can't lose my Dream Horse.
Book Excerpt
Dream Horse
Standing by my car, Sarah hugs me again, but I don’t really feel it. I don’t feel anything. Like a carved pumpkin, hollow inside.
“You’re sure you can drive home?” She peers into my face like she can read thoughts or something.
“Yeah.” I pull my phone out to check the time. “I gotta go.” I’d better leave, but I’m paralyzed. “My permit won’t allow me to drive in another forty minutes.” I say this, but my feet don’t move. It’s dark, and the sweat cooling under my shirt gives me a chill. There’s a jacket in the back seat, but I don’t bother getting it. A small breeze ripples the blue tarp covering Octavia.
“She was my dream horse.”
The words spill out and drag what’s left of my heart with them.
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