Work-in-progress meme
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altariel
When you see this, post a snippet from your works-in-progress.
[OK, I'll play. You do need to know that Boney and Jester are horses.]
I tried to unclench the fist I'd made around Epona's talisman, but I had to peel my fingers back one by one with my right hand. When I did, my left palm threobbed from the heat. In the centre, where I expected to find blisters at the very least, there was a small, white pony-shaped scar, the same shape as the pony on the talisman.
Ryan dismounted and came to Boney's head. "Are you all right?" he called. “I heard you... chanting. Saw you fall. What just happened?”
Good questions, but I didn't have the answers. I was still shaking inside, so I sat down right there on the bridge before my knees collapsed and ran my right hand through my hair. Jester nuzzled my ear. My left shoulder ached, but I didn't think anything was broken.
“Did you ever see that old Bruce Willis movie about the weird kid?” I asked. “Well you’ve got the equine equivalent. Your horse sees dead people.”
altarielWhen you see this, post a snippet from your works-in-progress.
[OK, I'll play. You do need to know that Boney and Jester are horses.]
I tried to unclench the fist I'd made around Epona's talisman, but I had to peel my fingers back one by one with my right hand. When I did, my left palm threobbed from the heat. In the centre, where I expected to find blisters at the very least, there was a small, white pony-shaped scar, the same shape as the pony on the talisman.
Ryan dismounted and came to Boney's head. "Are you all right?" he called. “I heard you... chanting. Saw you fall. What just happened?”
Good questions, but I didn't have the answers. I was still shaking inside, so I sat down right there on the bridge before my knees collapsed and ran my right hand through my hair. Jester nuzzled my ear. My left shoulder ached, but I didn't think anything was broken.
“Did you ever see that old Bruce Willis movie about the weird kid?” I asked. “Well you’ve got the equine equivalent. Your horse sees dead people.”
