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#4

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand 
and eternity in an hour


The boy’s heart is a wild thing within his breast. It flutters frantic upon his breastbone and surges through his arteries. Above him a monster towers. It opens its jaw with myriad teeth that point toward him like daggers. There is something avian in that gaze. Something that turns its gaze as sharp as the nick of a needle. Between it strings saliva, thick as rope, shiny as a cobweb. It is dark this saliva, dark with blood. The boy looks up, with his sun drenched eyes, into that gaping maw and the darkness that stretches like an abyss beyond the tongue. Was that Aster’s blood upon its teeth, upon its tongue? Still she has not come, not when he screamed, not when his grief is as high as a stormsurge. 


The creature screams and it is answer to the cry of a grief-stricken boy. Leonidas turns his head against the blood and spittle and meat that flies out from the monster’s mouth. The contants spray across the earth of his skin, the gold of his hair. Sunbeams fall through the umbra as if to search out the boy who cried out. It does not find him, not when he is low, low beneath the towering shadow of a dinosaur.


But then the beast is gone and all Leonidas can do is tremble as a leaf caught in a frigid wind. His bones rattle with fear and relief and sickness and ire. Oh he is a tangle of so many things but he is… alive! The stallion comes to him, the man who saved a sleeping colt from the jaws of death. Leo staggers back, his spindle limbs awkward over the now broken trunk in which he lay.


He listens as the man speaks, he listens to the words and tries to make sense of.. why. “He is yours?” The boy asks with eyes wide. Leonidas wonders what kind of horse bonds with a monster such as that - what did it say of him? The boy takes back another step, suddenly survival seems brighter and the open forest beckons to a frightened boy. “Why are you bonded with a monster?” The child asks, his voice light, trembling upon every note. “Are you dangerous too?”





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strong forces, weak forces - by Pravda - 09-07-2019, 10:40 PM
RE: strong forces, weak forces - by Leonidas - 09-20-2019, 09:47 AM
RE: strong forces, weak forces - by Pravda - 10-03-2019, 12:03 AM
RE: strong forces, weak forces - by Leonidas - 10-17-2019, 11:35 AM
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