Pilar stood with her stark-white fetlocks in the surf, her nose tipped down watching the waves roll in and out. In and out. Shushhh, they whispered. Her hooves sank lower and lower with each delicate rush of the seafoam. The rhythm was nice. Predictable and pleasing. She silently wished she could be like the ocean, with its strength and regularity. She envied the waves and how they could completely fall apart and swell back together like it was nothing.
Nothing.
She twisted one of her strangely curved ears backward and stared over her dark, sun-dappled shoulder with those deep brown eyes. Not nothing, she thought. Someone was watching her. She could feel their gaze on her slender frame like the heat from the sun on a windless day. She imagined who they were, if they were going to be kind or cruel. If they wanted to befriend or kidnap her. She thought of those in her past who had done all manner of these to her and how she wasn’t sure any of it had actually happened. There was no proof.
Nothing.
Pilar stared on and the ocean continued. Shushhh, shushh. Sucking her further and further down.
pilar
Look at this tangle of thorns.
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