Wild Horse

Prompt courtesy of Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 Word Challenge.

When they finally collapsed and fell apart, he felt like he’d ridden a wild horse. Tired, tense, but mostly exhilarated. He lay there with his eyes closed and let her fall asleep. He could imagine the smell of hay, the midday sun and the wind rushing past.

But it was dark now, the city’s heavy eyelids halfway closed outside his open window.

A breeze rustled the leaves of the maple tree and she gave a small snort and turned on her side.  He watched the thin sheet wrapped loose around her middle rise and fall with each sweet, shallow breath.

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