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Author: Randall Holman [Back to Article List]
Article:
It was sunset. The wind rode on the sharp edges of the mountains
dragging the last bit of color away from the darkening hills. In
a small cradle of two hills lay a beautiful girl. Her hair was
long and soft, and when it touched the wind no other beauty
could compare to it. She had a long face and brilliant searching
brown eyes. Her feet were perfectly conformed, but were not like
everybody else's who surrounded her. This girl's belly was not
thin and it was not bulging, but was somewhere in between, and
was the perfect shape. She stood up. Her long hair covering her
body like a coat. The wind pushed against her forehead, cooling
the nearly invisible sweat.
Others gathered around her, watching her intently. She began to
move in a slow, but upbeat rhythm. It grew very quiet. The
others continued to look at her, and started to wonder why she
had begun to dance when the music hadn't started. The girl's
curves moved back and forth and her hands danced their own dance
around her stomach. Back and forth she moved until the earth
seemed to move and the mountains rumble. The grass quivered back
and forth at the eerie silence. She stopped. The ring of quiet
shadowed everyone's ears. The beautiful girl opened her mouth. A
long sweet tone emerged from her lips. The gazing onlookers
listened intently to the wonderful sound. The girl dropped down
to a very low pitch and then swerved back up like a bird that
was getting too close to the ground. She sang and sang as if she
were pouring her inside beauty out to the others. Her voice
stopped, and once again silence covered everything.
The girl's body began to move again, but this time it was much
slower and seemed more meaningful. Soon the others were bobbing
their heads and moving to something unheard. It was the music of
their souls. The girl sped up her dance, leaving all of the
others to dance their own rhythm. Soon the girl was dancing so
hard to the music inside of her that she suddenly stopped and
began to run. Blood thumped in her temples and her gorgeous hair
flowed back away from her face. Her long sleek body seemed to
move with the wind, and her feet with the earth. The girl ran
and ran, and when she got to the top of her favorite hill she
stopped. Her breathing came harshly, making her nostrils flare
for air. She smiled and took a minute to grasp the beauty around
her. The smell of wild flowers hung in her nostrils, and the
earth cuddled her feet. In the near distance she spotted a small
forest and hundreds of night creatures lurking about. Quickly
she turned around to look at the others. Their music was still
playing within their bodies. The girl was satisfied. Once again
she had taught to listen not only to your mind but also to the
music, the real music that plays inside of you.
The girl began to laugh. This was no ordinary laugh though -- it
was a laugh that was a slightly haunting and scary. Her eyes
sparkled and she laughed on. Once again she had gotten away with
her secret. Once again she had done something all of the others
said she couldn't do. The girl reared up in triumph, showing off
her glimmering hoofs and long mane. A long whinny rose from her
throat and she galloped home.
The dancer's secret was revealed...
About the author:
Randall Holman, site owner of Front Range Frenzy and horse
enthusiast, is the author of this short story. You can find easy
and practical basic horse care information on his website:
http://www.FrontRangeFrenzy.com.
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respective story(s) or article(s).
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