Ride Into the Dark

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Without a word I saddled Jasmine, our older mare. She’d gone a bit swayback by this point but still strode with confidence, especially in the mornings. I knew where my spirit was at; I’d need an old soul to temper the fire kindled by the moonlight.

I rode. The animal set the pace, a steady plodding. My mind raced, and my body ached to travel with more expediency. I let the deliberate steps of my ride reign in my tempestuous thoughts.

The wolf howled again, a beautiful song of unrequited love perhaps. Did wolves love? Did their souls yearn for another or just for the next meal? The idea was a diversion but a welcome one, the purpose of the outing.

Crossing the field by and by, I entered the woods via the old Creekside Trail. Before me lay a darkening expanse of raw nature. Behind me brewed a storm of man’s making, with a little help from a few select women folk.

I prayed the night to heal me.

I prayed the dawn to not hasten its coming.

I prayed the dark to take me.

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  1. Avatar Jae

    Each paragraph in this Ficly is exceedingly potent in how it portrays it’s subject.

    “Darkening expanse of raw nature… A storm of man’s making”
    Best line by far. Such outstanding contrast.