Facing the Past
I tossed my bike on the ground, alongside many others. It was time for my weekly riding lesson, and I wanted to get a few minutes with Draco before I had to tack up. "Hercules, Charger, Town Crier, Lucky, Eagle Eye, Coyote... Draco!" I scanned stall name plates, finally ending on one belonging to a small Welsh Cob.
"Can I help you?" A red headed girl peeked out from behind the stall door.
"Who are you?" I asked, incredulously.
"Staci." The girl continued running her brush down Draco's furry back.
"Kaleb." I nodded in greeting, not moving.
"Excuse me? I believe you have my horse's bridle," Staci stuck out her hand.
"Um...this is Draco's bridle. Draco's Kandi's horse. Not yours." I closed my hand around the headstall.
"I'm Kandi's daughter. That's my bridle." Staci glared at me.
"Kandi doesn't have a daughter," I returned, sure of myself.
"Where have you been the past few months? Don't you know Kandi got... married? To a man with a child... me."
"Oh." I handed Staci Draco's bridle.
"Thank you," Staci said sarcastically. "Don't look at me that way. Trust me, I'd give anything for things not to be this way."
Me too, I added in my head, thinking of my dad.