wp-plugin-bluehost domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home4/susangib/public_html/blog3/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6114EYE OF THE HORSE<\/strong> In the eye of the horse<\/a> she saw herself as a thin golden princess, a waif wrapped in a butterfly wing dress with rose petal sleeves.<\/p>\n In the mirror she herself was a horse, long in the tooth, close-set eyes with a flurry of lashes, and an unruly mane of brownish-black hair. And rotund. Most decidedly round and rotund.<\/p>\n There was one single date in her first year of high school, a boy with bumps on his skin. She suspected they melted down his throat from his face, splayed out in a fan on a white hairless chest. She thought about that quite a bit until it became an idea she could find quite interesting. Fodder for dreams till the big night.<\/p>\n He left her at the buffet table holding two overfilled cups of pink punch. She waited what she thought was a reasonable time but sat down on the floor after an hour. She drank one cup of punch, believing it to be hers, then commenced to finish the other. She pulled herself up by the table leg, and looked around for the door. Hope hadn\u2019t yet deserted her heart–that came quite a number of years later–and she did search for his face in the crowd of the room, though no one would meet her eye.<\/p>\n That was many years ago and the memory of it all still nourished her soul. She still wondered where he\u2019d wandered off to, sad that he had not found his way back. She\u2019d worn a lovely chocolate brown velvet dress that set off her eyes. She still has it.<\/p>\n So her dreams are patchworked of the past with little room left for a future. The squares are laid out like an album of photos glimpsed for that moment, caught by a camera\u2019s eye. There are borders of present, sturdy and wide like her hips, that hold the memories together. But the fringe, the fingers of future, lay raveled and torn.<\/p>\n Instead of false hope, of faded dreams of what life could have been, perhaps with the bumpy boy of her youth, she looks in the eyes of the horse and believes she sees what she is.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" EYE OF THE HORSE Word Count: 367 In the eye of the horse she saw herself as a thin golden princess, a waif wrapped in a butterfly wing dress with rose petal sleeves. In the mirror she herself was a … Continue reading
\nWord Count: 367<\/p>\n