09-11-2020, 12:31 PM
despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came
When the other mare turns to look back in the direction from which she comes, I look with her, following her gaze carefully. Was that were I would go, too? I am excited, to be sure, but with that excitement comes trepidation as well. Goodness knows I have ruined a fair few things in my life. I could easily ruin this opportunity as well. My mother had liked to remind me of the things I had ruined for her.
I listen in rapt silence as she explains the place from which she comes. A forest? I draw in a steady breath, trying to imagine it. A forest with cliffs and an isle. I could feel the excitement peaking within me, and that’s when I splashed forward, practically drenching the other mare and hanging my head in shame. She tells me that I have nothing to be sorry for, however, and within a moment, I can feel the excitement once more. I hadn’t ruined this opportunity! At least not yet.
The mare smiles, and I return the smile, perhaps with a little more enthusiasm than I meant to. “My name is Borderline,” I say. It wasn’t a very nice name. My mother had liked to remind me that she’d named me that because I was borderline crazy. But this mare, Lilliana, did not need to know that. In fact, I don’t think I want to really talk about my past with anyone here. I had come to make a new life for myself, to start fresh.
The excitement hasn’t worn off as I wonder out loud, “would I swim to the isle?” Well, that was a dumb question, Borderline, I tell myself. Of course you would have to swim to an island. An embarrassed look passes briefly over my features. “I do enjoy water,” I say, trying to get over the embarrassment while looking back down at the lake I had previously been playing in.
I listen in rapt silence as she explains the place from which she comes. A forest? I draw in a steady breath, trying to imagine it. A forest with cliffs and an isle. I could feel the excitement peaking within me, and that’s when I splashed forward, practically drenching the other mare and hanging my head in shame. She tells me that I have nothing to be sorry for, however, and within a moment, I can feel the excitement once more. I hadn’t ruined this opportunity! At least not yet.
The mare smiles, and I return the smile, perhaps with a little more enthusiasm than I meant to. “My name is Borderline,” I say. It wasn’t a very nice name. My mother had liked to remind me that she’d named me that because I was borderline crazy. But this mare, Lilliana, did not need to know that. In fact, I don’t think I want to really talk about my past with anyone here. I had come to make a new life for myself, to start fresh.
The excitement hasn’t worn off as I wonder out loud, “would I swim to the isle?” Well, that was a dumb question, Borderline, I tell myself. Of course you would have to swim to an island. An embarrassed look passes briefly over my features. “I do enjoy water,” I say, trying to get over the embarrassment while looking back down at the lake I had previously been playing in.
borderline
@[lilliana]