May 14

‘The Vicarious Head’

The instant the spotted stallion blew through his nostrils behind me, I felt his presence as if he were an oncoming train. I did not turn. I did not heed his warning but rather I waited, for a lasting second before the weight of a thousand railroad ties crashed against my spine.
The horse stood over me for a…

Published by, The Harpoon Review, May 2015

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