The Kelpie (Part Two)
A girl befriends a water-horse
Part one is here Part Two - The Runner It had been impossible to tear myself away from the strange horse. I didn't know if I would see it - her - again. Eventually, she threw up her head, ears pricking and nostrils flaring, exactly the way regular horses do when they see something very dangerous. (Like, for instance, a carrier bag caught in a hedge.) She pulled away from me, her curiously wide, flat hooves dancing back delicately over the stones. In a moment she was on firm ground, turning her rump to me and cantering away into the waves. Weird. I thought the tide had been further in than that. With a jolt, I realised how much light had left the sky. A heartbeat later I heard my mum's voice calling me.
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.I am so glad that part 2 was just as amazing as the first one and I am loving how this is shaping out. Awesome as always.
Oh, damn! It is NOT a horse. You are building the suspense so well here.
😱😱😱 what!!? The details sprinkled throughout this really make it real! —On to the next part!