The Secret Horse - PART 1
I crouched down. I could see my breath in the cold evening. The thudding of hooves come closer and closer. I hold my breath. Sure enough the wild horse I named and was planning to tame came Galloping through the sands. I named him milky. He was pure white, Grey in horse world. His mane WAS Grey and it was long and it looked knotted and tangled.
He slowed down as he reached the sea. Milky shook his elegant head, the waves splashing his body. He bent down and walked into the sea. I got up and walked slowly towards him and looked at the sand. I felt his eyes searching me. "Here boy," I said softly. I wondered if he heard me. He did all right. He squealed shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He reared, his legs thrashing the air. I fell back on the sand in surprise.
I screamed, making him even more frightened. He galloped away, eyes rolling. I stared after him. I pulled myself from the sand. "You idiot." I told myself angrily.
That evening in bed I couldn't get to sleep. When I did I had a nightmare. I saw Milky rearing and landing on me, crushing me... That morning I ran to the beach, clutching a juicy carrot. I checked my watch. It was 3.30. Then I heard him galloping towards the sea. I held my breath, telling myself not to run towards him.