Mystic: Chapter 1 – Trauma & Bewilderment
Mystic is a fictional story written by me. I reserve all rights to this story.
“Damn it, Rob!” I laid
there on my back on the cool ground, eyes shut, and my head spinning as if I
had one to many drinks.
Rob was a new stable hand
for my horses. My horses were my life. I left him alone with Duchess just long
enough to run into the ranch house to get a drink. As I was coming back out
Duchess was tossing her head back and forth, clearly frustrated.
Idiot
must have put her bit too tight. Guess I should have checked his references.
I sat my drink on top of a fence post and
hustled over. Rob was standing there pale as a ghost.
Has
he even seen a horse before? Figures.
Just as I went to grab
Duchess’ rein to console her, she reared up. Next thing you know, I’m laying
here.
I left out a heavy sigh,
eyes still shut. The ground beneath my hands felt weird. I opened my eyes and
saw above me beams of light sneaking between the cover of trees. “What the
hell!” I sprung into a sitting position. It felt as if my head weighed ten
pounds more than usual, and my ears were ringing. I was sitting in a bed of
pale green moss, beneath a mask of large trees.
