She Leaves Me Again, Six Months Later
The hillside was blocked with pens, horses of other colors five or six to a pen, and one long fenced strip from the base of the hill up, with dark brown horses flank to flank not moving, but their necks craning over each other's backs. They were looking towards the dip at the top of the hill, and the stream running through it. They were looking at what was on the other side, which was my mother, whom I had just walked over the bridge.
Copyright © 2011 by Collier Nogues. Reprinted from On the Other Side, Blue with the permission of Four Way Books.