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Horse In The Afternoon: Fiction --- Dawn Promislow | Numéro Cinq
My husband and I were driving down a country road, a two-lane highway in Amish land of western New York, rolling green farmland and countryside, in the late afternoon. The road unfurled as we drove, and we spoke, then were silent, and the light was the old light of September, golden. But a black horse, glossy and young, and unharnessed, appeared ahead of us in the middle of the road: cantering, stopping, then cantering again. We slowed, my husband slowed the car. The horse cantered past us, a few metres from the car, down the road. I'd seen his dark eyes, clear, his smooth coat. We drove on. ---Dawn Promislow "Horse in the Afternoon"