The Storm Horse

The wind howled against the windowpanes. His hooves pounded against her chest. Each step rattled the earth, shook her soul. He thundered up the hill, nostrils flared, Short, labored breath. They charged across powdery landscape. It moved with them. They were one, plowing through Snowdrifts and muddy cow-trails. Speckled brown and white, Fleabitten grey Fuzzy, coat … Continue reading The Storm Horse