Infinity

Chapter 2

    It was a scorching summer day. I had just foolishly accepted an unthinkable offer from my friend. The backroads in the center of the Bluegrass state were empty and calm, which gave me me plenty of time to think about how I was possibly going to care for a horse. Yes, a horse. A foal, to be more precise. I had hardly any experience nor the money to take it on. Not only that, I also lived in an apartment...so yeah, I came to the conclusion that there were quite a few problems with the situation. I actually didn't even know why I said yes in the first place. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, really. She pressured me into it and I sure did pay the price. She has always had the undesirable talent of making people feel bad about their decisions and opinions. I don't even know why I'm friends with her. I guess it's because she reminds me of me. Unfortunately, though, I am a person that cares about other things more than myself. This quality has made me make the weirdest most stupid decisions in my life, and yet again, it is working at it's finest.

    When I pulled into the driveway, I saw her standing there with a bundle of bones in her arms. The sight of it made me sigh. She never said she was underweight. I reluctantly added that to the list of problems. I got out and shut the door, which made the fragile, little filly jump. I walked up to them and studied the foal, making sure my actions were calm and swift so I didn't startle the poor thing again. She was quite scrawny, in need of a good brushing. It looked as if she had just come out of her mother's womb, her fur still distressed and shiny.

"Thank you so much. I hate to say it but I didn't think you would come to be quite honest." Olivia said while she tangled with the little filly's mane. She eagerly stood there waiting for my response. Her foot nervously raked through the gravel and her long, brown hair was frying in the sun.

"Well, to be honest, I really didn't want to. But, you would think of me as a terrible, disloyal friend, and I would rather take on the risky responsibility of caring for a horse than to have you think that. So I guess I had no choice." My response struck some disappointment on her face, but was soon replaced by a small smile.

"Well, since you have no choice as you put it, you will have no problem with taking your new roommate out of my arms." She said with a sly grin.

    Being the more mature one, I ended our little feud and finally relented. I steadily walked forward and laid my eyes on the foal. I studied her for a while. She was a rich, chestnut brown, with a white blaze that started at the very top of her head and went all the way down, just brushing the top of her muzzle. She had socks on all of her legs except the back right one. I lifted my hand and gingerly placed it on her tiny, fragile head. I made my way down to her velvety muzzle and rubbed it with my forefinger. Her lip found my palm and she lovingly rubbed it from side to side.

      I stood there and let her revel in the enjoyment of sucking on my hand. I stared straight into her eyes, past the beautiful dark brown color, and saw fire, passion, and beauty.  I slowly slipped my hands under her and cradled her in my arms. She tensed, but I calmed her down by rubbing her neck. I approached my car and slid my hand out from under her as far as I could to open the door. I set her down on the seat and made sure she was comfortable. A layer of bronze fur had already coated my plush, grey seats. I waved goodbye to Olivia as I slid my sunglasses on. I craned my neck back from the front seat and stared in awe at her. Her legs were squished up against her body with her nose barely resting on the seat. She was sleeping. A small smile crept onto my face. As I studied her innocent expression and peaceful breathing, it was then that I realized she was not a bundle of bones. She was a bundle of joy.