Post by tabs on Apr 13, 2009 19:22:06 GMT -5
T A Y L O R
i t ' s . m e e t i n g . t h e . m a n . o f . m y . d r e a m s
a n d t h e n m e e t i n g h i s b e a u t i f u l w i f e
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» I sat in the small sports car, head resting against the head rest. My seat belt was undone and blue eyes looking at the roof of the car. My heart was beating warmly in my chest, but my mind was elsewhere. Thinking of the way he could roll his R’s, the way he could take my hand and just his presence made me smile, the way our lips touched. My teeth came down on my bottom lip just thinking about him. Yet, I still didn’t want to believe he was gone from my life for good. There weren’t words to describe the pain I felt every night when I closed my eyes, crying until the morning hours.
» The roar of the engine reminded me where I was and I sat forward. Limp body collapsing against steering wheel, my head placed on my single arm that rested against the wheel and my other hand fumbling to turn off the engine and silent my ride. As the car turned off, I took out the keys and dropped them in the drink holder. Some days I couldn’t believe my mother let me take my dad’s sports car. They were terribly worried about me after all, but I tried to ignore it. My eyes stung and I wiped away the only tear daring to roll down my cheeks. ’Deep breath, Taylor. It’ll be alright. Romeo is already here, and there are tons of other guys. Just none for me.’ My voice quiet as I opened the door and escaped the cold air conditioning.
» It was an oddly hot day. I wore a dark wash pair of Abercrombie skinny jeans, black Ariat tall boots neatly zipped and fitting perfectly. They were polished; so many days of mindless polishing. I also had decided to wear a white tank top, maybe not the best option of choice when riding, but it felt right. I quickly put my hair up in a messy ponytail, and I wore mascara and eyeliner, not much more make-up then that. Rocks crunched underneath my step and I made my way to the boarder barn. My mind switched easily from one task to another and to the one and only, Romeo. We had purchased him as a three year old when I was twelve. He was a black holsteiner, standing at seventeen hands at three and only growing up a few inches since then. We had decided to keep him a stallion, but I didn’t ride him until he turned five, me fourteen. My parents wanted him trained by the best. That’s exactly what happened, in a perfect life.
» Romeo was full of spark, fire. He can explode over the jumps and jumped like a dream. Of course it took a while to get him to be like that, he needed a lot of work. If he didn’t get enough flat work he would be fresh as fuck over the jumps. When he wants you off, he will get you off at all costs. We took a liking to each other though, so I managed to escape the worst throws some riders could face. He was a pain, but I loved him. I walked into the shade of the barn. Looking at the glimmering name plates on the horses’ stalls and of course there was no warm nicker to fill the air from Romeo. There usually weren’t. I rolled my eyes, coming closer to his stall only to catch sight of him kicking at his neighbor. Wood seemed to vibrate beneath the powerful blows. I put two fingers up to my mouth and whistled. The black stallion’s ears perking forward his nearly all-black face showing. There was a deep sounded whicker that seemed to stay in his throat. His eyes large and his thick forelock cascaded down his head. As I reached his stall, his muzzle found its way into my pale hand. My other hand ran down his head, his tongue licking the salt clean away from my skin. I leaned forward kissing the area between his eyes. ”Oh, oh, Romeo.” I sang quietly, looking at the smallest stripe that ran between his nostrils.
» I turned away from him to grab the red halter that hang on the stall. My hands running over the gold buckle, frown appearing on my face. The stallion’s nudge bringing me back again, I put the halter over his head, and buckled it on the third hole. I pushed open the stall door to walk him out. His step a tiny trot beside me, ”Oh calm down.” My laugh echoed and I hooked him in the cross ties. His front foot coming down hard on the mat and a smile came across my face as I quickly brushed him off and got him tacked up in my leather Antares saddle. Underneath that was a sheepskin halfpad, and then underneath that was a thin, white pad that read ‘Romeo’ in a swirly green font. He had a figure eight, and elevator bit, and my trusty running martingale on. His pulled made hung obediently on the left side of his neck, and his piercing blue eyes soft as he looked to me, nudging my arm as I studied my work. I nodded and walked him forward, and pulled down my stirrups and mounted easily. I never used a mounting block with him, only by ground or someone giving me a leg up. We had imported him from Germany, and that was one drawback. They never used mounting blocks; therefore he was freaked by them and wouldn’t walk near one. I fixed my feet in my stirrups before walking into the arena, Romeo’s step large as he fought to catch up to invisible air. He wasn’t a stallion who attacked, or was lovey-dovey with the mares, but he definitely liked showing off.
» I could feel a smile come across my face as he picked up speed on his own, almost as if testing me into letting him trot. The smile was unmistakable as I gathered my white rubber reins and squeezed lightly. He moved gracefully along the ground. The movement of a hunter or equitation horse, yet the mind and heart of a jumper. I held the outside rein and worked the inside. The stud moved into a frame. Power in his back legs pushing off the dirt arena, though I really did prefer grass; I loved the feeling of the horse springing with each step. He kept a beat with a snort every time his front leg hit the ground. My heels were still pushed down and seemed glued to the saddle, my back arched, and goose bumps along my tanned arms. I bent him around my inside leg, sitting the trot as I did so, and moved him into a circle and began posting when his shoulder was parallel to the rail.
» I changed direction frequently and trotted for at least another fifteen minutes and sat the trot, the stallion already working up a sweat. I managed to push my outside leg back ever so lightly, Romeo picking up a canter without hesitation. I cantered for five minutes, and changed direction with a lead change. Doing a spiral in to the right and in the end managing to get him to move swiftly into a pirouette, he never really was a dressage horse. I spiraled out, his step collected and letting my reins drop. Romeo responded quickly by lengthening his step. I gathered my reins ever so slightly. My legs tight on his side as I clucked to him, encourging him to go into a gallop and stretching along the long sides. I pulled him back to a trot and let him stretch his neck, his muzzle nearly to the ground. I could hear him grunt happily as I pulled him back to the walk after changing from canter to trot as well as direction every once in awhile.
» My eyes caught sight of the woods, it seemed far away, but the white sweat lining what seemed to be every muscle of Romeo made up my mind. It wouldn’t harm him to go for a simple walk would it? I could feel a laugh stuck in my throat as I walked him out of the arena on a long rein. His head was still stretching down as I turned him towards the woods, gathering his reins and his head coming up almost instantly. The black stallion’s ears sitting forward as he stepping into the wood boundary. The trees seemed to be identical, and the snapping of twigs underneath Romeo seemed to make him jump. ’Maybe I should take him back.’ I turned my head towards where I came, the entrance already gone from vision and the trees creating a shelter. Romeo came to a sudden halt, his body tense underneath the close contact saddle. I leaned forward patting his neck, but it was unimportant. A crow chirped and he was gone. He dropped his shoulder and threw up his hind legs, and spun. My strong legs no challenge for the bucking bronco my once-calm horse became. I dropped from his back, my wrist out in front of me. I could feel it bend backwards as I tried to not scream, pain screaming down my arm. I bit my bottom lip as I watched Romeo gallop from where we came. Damn horse. I pulled myself up, sitting with legs in front of me and back to the tree. My head was on my knees my arms crossed. All the pain from my wrist and my life was heavy on my heart, cool tears streaming down my face. Why did it always have to be me?
NAME taylor rae dale
WORDS 1,616
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