Being a writer of fiction, I have a knack of making up
stories. That’s what I do. With those tales, I create people, areas, locations,
towns, animals, and situations. I never know what will kick-start my brain onto
a new trail, a new adventure.
Then it happened, just like that! A story comes to me and I
must listen. I must act and bring life to the characters.
A few weeks ago, I had a dream and the story practically
wrote itself! The dream was about a
horse, a man and a woman.
It was such a powerful dream, I set aside the book I’m currently
working on, because this story needs to be told. The inspiration is too great
to set it aside.
Here’s the story’s snapshot generated in my dream…
The mare was past her prime. Once, she personified her name,
Second To None. Now she was old, tired, broken down and underfed.
At one time she had run with the best of them, but those
days were gone. An injury here, a stretched tendon there, and her days of
competition were over. She was put out to pasture. She was forgotten, or mostly
Ruben Dawson was broken. Injuries forced him from his
profession and his job, the one thing in life that truly fulfilled him. It
wasn’t an on the job injury.
No. It was an automobile accident, caused by him, by his
drinking. A DUI, a wreck, a vehicular homicide, and years behind bars. Now, he
rescues horses. He’s about to meet a mare.
Marian Kohle is running. She’s running from life, from
responsibility, from herself. She’s trying to find what she has yet to realize