Walking into the stables, I inhaled the musty smell, relaxing in the peace that comforting scent brought to me. I stood there for a minute with my eyes closed, just letting the feeling surround me. Hearing the sounds of the horses breathing, the crunching of grass and straw beneath their hooves. I knew that stable. Spending most of the last five years of my life in it, I could picture it down to every detail. The straw covered path running down the middle with six stalls on either side. Every crack, every knot in the beams was locked in my memory.
I opened my eyes, only three of the stalls were occupied this morning; two chestnut brown and a speckled grey. Being still early in the spring there weren’t many travelers on the roads yet. I fed them, brushed their coats, and got to work mucking the stalls and laying down fresh straw....
To Be Continued...
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