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Clay Horses
I sighed and looked at the clay horses on my desk that I had made. There was Daniel's horse, Odin, Ryan's horse, a white, golden-eyed stallion with a docked tail, and Zack's horse, Remembered By God. I smile. I stroke the nose of the horse and gaze at the clay figure. I decided then to think of Zack. The Zack I knew. The Zack I wasn't afraid of.
Ironic how that works. In my mind, Zack plays a villain. But this new Zack, a different Zack, comes along who is exactly his opposite. It's scarry. It's terrifying. I don't know him. So I think of what I do know, and push this different kind of scary out of my mind.
It's funny how we'd rather be with something bad but familliar, than with something good and unknown.
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Written October 7th, 2015
Published June 7th, 2016