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Epona

Author(s): Robin Whitten

Since her husband’s death four years ago, the farm had diminished to two hundred acres. The magic that Amelia and her husband had shared for all of those years had disappeared with his spirit. The joy they had together, so many years of riding and winning were gone, like the last breath of a dying man. Amelia had been okay with the farm’s shrinking. She didn’t have to work quite as hard to keep it running. As long as she could still ride and watch the few remaining horses race, she was contented with what she still owned.

Amelia leaned her head back and listened to the crickets sing their evening song. Occasionally she would hear one of the horses snort in the barn or kick at a door. Many of them didn’t like being cooped up in a stall, especially when the evening was cool. Tonight proved to be no exception. The cool fall breezes fell across the barn yard and out into the pastures, readying nature for winter. She loved this time of year.

“Amelia?” Startled out of her reverie, she opened her eyes and lifted her head. Had she fallen asleep? The moon looked round and full. Its rays shown on the barn yard like a reflection from a mirror. It was such a beautiful picture that she didn’t want to turn her head. When she finally did recognize the voice, she smiled.

“Yes, Shaun.” He had worked on the farm for maybe ten?—or was it twenty? — years. Time traveled so quickly. Shortly after Amelia married her husband, they’d hired Shaun. He studied under Patrick for years before Patrick had become too old to train. After Patrick’s death, Shaun continued to follow his directives and had been a loyal employee ever since. When he worked with the horses, he seemed to possess a calm that created magic with even the most highly strung stud. Amelia loved him like a brother and respected his word.

Shaun watched her, his brown eyes sparkled in the dim light of the evening. The tiny wisps of gray hair he still possessed poked up on his head. He hadn’t shaved for a few days, which was unusual for him. The stubble on his face appeared almost white. It made the lines that caressed his mouth and eyes appear deeper. “I brought you something. It’s a reminder.”

Amelia cocked her head. “Of what?” she asked.

Shaun held his hands out to her. He smiled his crooked smile. He held a square object between them and handed it to her. As she held the cold yellowed piece of pottery, her hands began to tingle, her body felt cool and light. She smiled. It was an object that was so familiar to her yet she hadn’t seen it since the death of her husband.

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Since her husband’s death four years ago, the farm had diminished to two hundred acres. The magic that Amelia and her husband had shared for all of those years had disappeared with his spirit. The joy they had together, so many years of riding and winning were gone, like the last breath of a dying man. Amelia had been okay with the farm’s shrinking. She didn’t have to work quite as hard to keep it running. As long as she could still ride and watch the few remaining horses race, she was contented with what she still owned.

Amelia leaned her head back and listened to the crickets sing their evening song. Occasionally she would hear one of the horses snort in the barn or kick at a door. Many of them didn’t like being cooped up in a stall, especially when the evening was cool. Tonight proved to be no exception. The cool fall breezes fell across the barn yard and out into the pastures, readying nature for winter. She loved this time of year.

“Amelia?” Startled out of her reverie, she opened her eyes and lifted her head. Had she fallen asleep? The moon looked round and full. Its rays shown on the barn yard like a reflection from a mirror. It was such a beautiful picture that she didn’t want to turn her head. When she finally did recognize the voice, she smiled.

“Yes, Shaun.” He had worked on the farm for maybe ten?—or was it twenty? — years. Time traveled so quickly. Shortly after Amelia married her husband, they’d hired Shaun. He studied under Patrick for years before Patrick had become too old to train. After Patrick’s death, Shaun continued to follow his directives and had been a loyal employee ever since. When he worked with the horses, he seemed to possess a calm that created magic with even the most highly strung stud. Amelia loved him like a brother and respected his word.

Shaun watched her, his brown eyes sparkled in the dim light of the evening. The tiny wisps of gray hair he still possessed poked up on his head. He hadn’t shaved for a few days, which was unusual for him. The stubble on his face appeared almost white. It made the lines that caressed his mouth and eyes appear deeper. “I brought you something. It’s a reminder.”

Amelia cocked her head. “Of what?” she asked.

Shaun held his hands out to her. He smiled his crooked smile. He held a square object between them and handed it to her. As she held the cold yellowed piece of pottery, her hands began to tingle, her body felt cool and light. She smiled. It was an object that was so familiar to her yet she hadn’t seen it since the death of her husband.


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Genre: Inspirational
Date Published: 06/20/2013
Publisher: Jupiter Gardens

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