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Waiting Horseman

She awoke and lay listening as the clock ticked relentlessly. She wondered if the figure still sat on the horse in the clearing, waiting.

Outside the westerly breeze shook the leaves on the trees. Inside she quickly dressed, drank some apple juice, grabbed some cheese, pickle and a brown bread bun from the larder and opened the front door. The thorn hedge around the glass castle had disappeared. She now stood in a green woodland glade.

And there, on a white horse sat… she couldn’t see the figure clearly for the sun shone through the trees in shafts of bright light and the horse stood in a dark shaded part of the clearing.

Distracted by a movement in a nearby leafy bush, she bent down and picked a flower. In the petals sat the smallest being she had ever seen. A miniature ball of light, that seemed to have clear wings, looked at her. It smiled and blew fairy dust into her eyes.

She awoke and lay listening as the clock ticked relentlessly. The soft swish of the wind blew through the closed window. A bird trilled amongst the rose blossom. She pushed her chin into the crook of her elbow and waited. On the track the rhythmic clip clop of hooves signalled the passing of a horse. She groaned. She curled and uncurled her toes and stared at the pillow. It was tedious lying here.

An hour passed. Shadows moved across the white wall.

Another hour passed. Her stomach rumbled and she rolled onto her left side. A robin sat outside the window and sang a complicated song.

A third hour passed. Now she could move. The spell was broken.

She wondered if the figure still sat on the horse in the clearing, waiting.

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