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Subject: Title story: "Quarterhorse" Author: Elektra 84015301
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Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 13:34:16 +0000
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Quarterhorse
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The sky was flaming, all purples and golds, reds with the brightness of a
child's watercolor, running into the water of the lake. Lake Union was beautiful
under the sunset, and we were walking along the beach at Gasworks. I had taken
off my shoes and socks and strung them up on my shoulder, turned up my cuffs and
waded in the shallows. Morgan had worn shorts and was happi- ly splashing his
way through the water at about knee level. His REI sandles were built to take
the water and the rocky bottom.
For a long while we just walked. I enjoyed feeling of the water on my feet,
enjoyed seeing him relax and the power of his body as it moved. A Irish Setter
came bounding over the lawn, and I hastily retreated when the dog shot for the
water, splashing everywhere. Morgan laughed, at me, at the dog, and called it
with his warm, deep voice. It splashed over to him. Morgan looked around for a
stick. I tossed one to him from the shore, and he tossed it out for the dog. The
dog went wild with delight and streamlined it for the stick. Morgan watched the
dog as I watched him and his brown-golden hair.
He turned to smile at me, his eyes bright. I grinned back.
The dog brought back the stick and dropped it at his feet. Just as Morgan bent
to pick it up, the dog shook out his coat. Water EVERYWHERE. For an interminable
second, Morgan just froze and then he cracked up, laughing so hard that when he
threw the stick again it only went half the distance it did before.
I doubled up laughing.
Before the dog got back with the stick again, Morgan was up on the shore,
heading towards me with a big grin.
"Look out!" The dog barreled straight for him, tail up, ears up, and stick
hanging half out of its mouth. Water streamed from its body.
Morgan whirled and said, "No" in a tone that made me freeze. The dog stopped,
surprise on its face. Morgan looked right into its eyes, and flung a hand to
the left, "Go on, out of here." in no uncertain terms. Not loud, simply
certain. It's ears and tail went down, but it turned away. "Good pup," I heard
the caress in the voice, and the ears cocked in his direction, but the dog kept
on going away. Suddenly it took off in a red streak of effort, perhaps back to
its master.
"You ever tried training dogs?" I asked in some curiosi- ty.
"Yeah...but it got boring. They're great at doing what I could teach them,
but they've got a limited capacity," The green eyes met mine lazily, "unlike
some people."
I cocked an eyebrow, "Some?"
"Fishing for a compliment?"
"Probably."
A chuckle. "Well, I do find training humans to be more rewarding." He came close
and put an arm around my shoulders. I put mine around his waist and leaned a
little into him. He kissed me, not nearly as long as I wanted, but it was good.
But walking got to be a little bit cumbersome this way, so we broke apart again
as we walked up the hill. I liked the feeling of the grass under my feet. A boy
struggled with a dragon kite in brilliant colors, snapping and fluttering in the
evening wind.
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Horse was watching the kite in open fascination, his face open and wondering. He
still had his shoes over his shoulder, his pants rolled up.
"What are you thinking? What are you feeling?" I asked, curious.
His face shuttered closed and he looked confused for a moment. "Hmmm...not
thinking anything, really. Just watching the kite flying."
"What does it remind you of?" Prodding a little, wonder- ing what had opened him
up like that. I might be able to use it, later. Hardest part about all this is
always having to think up new things, new ways to touch him, to affect him.
"I..." I could see him catch the 'I don't know', knowing that I dislike hearing
it. "I guess I want to fly like that. To feel that wind like that." Suddenly his
face opened up again, in wonder, as his voice softened, "The string is what
holds it in the wind, isn't it? Binding it and making it possible for it to fly
at the same time." He grinned at me, "Maybe I should take up hang gliding."
For a moment, I just looked at him, surprised. He's always interesting, always
new, always trying things that scare the hell out of me, willing to take things,
suffer things that most people wouldn't even believe they could do.
"Maybe," I said, even as I wondered what it would be like to hear that he's gone
down with his glider. "I used to own one of those acrobatic kites..."
"Yeah!! Me too. Loved to watch it fly, especially with the long tails doing
figures in the air after it. Did you do any combat with them?"
"Just a little. I loved how well they could be con- trolled, how responsive they
were to every twitch. Frustrated the hell out of me at first, though." I love
his laugh.
"Yup. Touchy suckers. Kept nose diving my first one until the nose cracked, Dad
was pissed off a little, but got me a new nose ...
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