The boy and his ribbon

Leaving her to pout and deal with whatever mood she was in, I returned to the barn and found solace in Cassie’s horses.

I didn’t know their names, but they stuck their heads over the partition, nickering in the night for treats.

Stroking their velvet muzzles, I allowed the urge to spill my a

The two extremes kept me standing there long into the night.

Confused.

Elated.

Frustrated.

And most of all, wary of what other surprises this New Year would bring.