Down near the docks, Wednesday morning
It wasn't much past dawn, but Marcus was up and walking around town. When he reached the docks, he stopped, caught as always by the sight of the ocean. It had taken on a weird sort of importance, here in this place he couldn't seem to leave. Tipping his head back to watch a seagull spiral up into the clouds and then head out to sea, he decided being jealous of a bird was ridiculous, and anyway, an island beat the hell out of a cell any day...
Something suddenly wasn't right. Of that he was certain. Glancing down, he realised he was on a horse.
"I'm on a horse." Obvious, yes, but some things are so absurd they must be said aloud.
The horse didn't seem bothered as Marcus shifted awkwardly, turning its head to gaze upon him with a look of mild inquiry, as if to ask, Is there a problem?
Marcus stared at the horse and the horse stared back, ears forward and tail swishing. Impasse. With a mild grunt of annoyance, he climbed down and landed with his back to the horse.
Which, he realised as he turned around, had disappeared.
[Open for anyone who doesn't mind serious slowplay after 8:30. Also, the number of times I typed hore instead of horse…let's just say this post would have had a rather different tone.]
Something suddenly wasn't right. Of that he was certain. Glancing down, he realised he was on a horse.
"I'm on a horse." Obvious, yes, but some things are so absurd they must be said aloud.
The horse didn't seem bothered as Marcus shifted awkwardly, turning its head to gaze upon him with a look of mild inquiry, as if to ask, Is there a problem?
Marcus stared at the horse and the horse stared back, ears forward and tail swishing. Impasse. With a mild grunt of annoyance, he climbed down and landed with his back to the horse.
Which, he realised as he turned around, had disappeared.
[Open for anyone who doesn't mind serious slowplay after 8:30. Also, the number of times I typed hore instead of horse…let's just say this post would have had a rather different tone.]