Nova

Last Thing I Need

"Why do I have to do this ?" I ask my aunt Ms. O'mally, as we drive down a country road past pastures of well bred thoroughbreds. It's been one year since the accident were my life drastically changed and I lost my twin brother along with our parents. At night I still see Fergus's, jade eyes staring at me. "You've been in the house too long and maybe being around horses will do some good for you" Ms. O'mally, responds as we pass a gate with a sign that says Pipperson Farms with something underneath it that I failed to catch. Once I would have jumped at the opportunity to be around horses, once I lived on a Montana rance with cows and horses but then on that night I gained a deep hatred for the animal I grew up around. If it hadn't been for that horse the accident wouldn't have happened, Fergus, would still be alive, my parents would still be alive, I would still be in Montana but one unintelligent stupid creature was in the wrong place at the wrong time. "I already told you if I ever lay eyes on one of those wreched beasts again it will be too soon" I snarl angrily wishing adults would just understand I don't need to see a psychologist or be around horses. Maybe one day I'll be able to move on but I'll never be able to forgive or forget the amount of pain and suffering a horse caused me and I'll never be my former self. Alexandria Dream O'mally, died that night if not in body but in spirt. Sadly there's no getting out of this and with reluctance I get out of the car. "About time you got here" my dark haired cousin Anna, tells her mother. I've only met Anna, a few times before and while I'm not her best friend we seem to get along well enough. The last time I saw her was way back in 2014 at a funnel for a friend of hers. Carrie Halestorm, I belive it was but if being horrible with remembering names was a olympic sport I'd be a gold medalist. "I'm here so let's get started because the sooner we get started the sooner I can forget this day ever happened" I tell my cousin as I relize how little we have in common. Anna, she's got a head of short cut brown hair so dark it's nearly black, her grey eyes are like mini storms, she's small no taller then 5'3ish. My long hair is a mixture between red and blond that falls halfway down my back, my eyes are a unforgiving blue as deep and treacherous like the sea and last time I was measured I was 5'11 something. "Are you always like this ?" Anna, asks me as she starts walking towards a stable. "Ever seen the accident when I'm around horses " I respond as we enter the stable. These aren't the quarters, paints, appys, or mustangs I once called family but well bred thoroughbreds that probably have never seen a cow. My cousin puts me in charge of grooming half a dozen mares after making sure I was capable of grooming one of these expensive thoroughbreds. The first mare is a gorgeous bay mare called Terra Promise. Her greatest victory was in a listed stakes as a four year old but it's the foal that she's carrying the makes Terra Promise, so valuable. She's apparently one of only a hundred mares worldwide to be in foal to some stallion called Bloodless Day. I fall into the pattern of grooming the mare. My heart isn't into it but her coat is such a gorgeous shade of reddish brown that it would be a shame to not do a semi decent job. I don't take any shortcuts but I don't go out of my way either. My next charge of the day is a older sun faded black called Nightqueen. I spend roughly ten minutes with each mare making sure their nice and clean. "New job is catching and bringing in two year olds" Anna, tells me as she hands me a single lead rope. Back home when it came to the geldings I would offen bring them in two at a time but I'm not foolish enough to attempt to lead two young fillies that I don't know in at a time. The first filly I catch is a gorgeous blond chestnut with bold chrome markings. As I attach the lead rope to her black leather halter I briefly glance at the brass nameplate out of curiosity. "Phoenix Rising, nice name" I tell the filly as I start leading her in only to be given an escort by a black filly with a pattern I didn't know existed in thoroughbreds. Anna, laughs as she opens the gate. Eventually we get all the fillies into their stalls and as we leave the shedrow there's a large black colt being led past us. Led might be too generous since he's giving his groom no corporation at all but what catchs my eye is his markings. It's a rare pattern and one I honestly never wanted to see again after that horrible night. The horse responsible for the accident was a brindle. It shatters the peace I've felt for the last couple of hours.

Okay so that song is Sound The Bugle Now by Brayn Adams from the movie Spirt. I can't put it in words but to me it just suits this chapter. Please tell me what you think