You wake, rubbing sleep from your eyes, grumbling that you have work. As you stand over the sink and look out the window...
Pegasus...not /a/ Pegasus...THE Pegasus...alights far off in the field. At first you think its an aircraft, or maybe a ufo, but...the flutter of gently tapered tip wings, huge tapered tip wings, and the way he makes a touch down with hooves, a sudden, hard, gallop, convinces you your not hallucinating.
Though you drop your cup and it breaks in the sink.
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I say that even though I've touched, smelled, rubbed, ridden, petted and more. I can't see with your eyes unless you show me.
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work. As you stand over the sink and look out the window...
Pegasus...not /a/ Pegasus...THE Pegasus...alights far off in
the field. At first you think its an aircraft, or maybe a ufo,
but...the flutter of gently tapered tip wings, huge tapered tip
wings, and the way he makes a touch down with hooves, a sudden,
hard, gallop, convinces you your not hallucinating.
Though you drop your cup and it breaks in the sink.
You look down and say, "Damn it!"
Looking up there is no Pegasus.
@.@
You dress and go outside.
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