“My one true horse,” I whispered.
His soul flew up. I saw it in the mist and cold rain. In the late-afternoon light I saw great wings push free of his shoulder blades, and watched evening light shatter and pull to colors along his body. And what had been Speed, this slow, cobby horse, rose and became something shimmering and blinding. No sooner had he left the ground than a sound filled every corner of the world, and a thousand horses, a million horses, all the horses that ever were, stampeded through the sky. And I saw Speed fly up, triumphant at last, and he did not veer left, and he did not stop, and the sparks of his hooves became the dew of evening’s first hour.
JOSEPH MONNINGER has published eleven novels and three nonfiction books for adults, as well as three acclaimed novels for young adults: Wish; Hippie Chick, a Bulletin Blue Ribbon Book; and Baby, an ALA-YALSA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults. He lives in New Hampshire, where he is an English professor.
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