Fiction
Three Horses by Sara Dobbie
the three horses became my refuge, a glimmer of joy amidst the chaos of my life.
the three horses became my refuge, a glimmer of joy amidst the chaos of my life.
How embarrassing to meet anyone on a beach, under the moon.
You never saw the hurricanes of late summer hit shore, only the swell before, the still surface after
Under a single floodlight, we skated through the dark part, our breath visible, the ice holding us together.
How much turquoise would we have to swallow if we needed to become gods?