Chariot Clouds
Clouds by Alicia Darley
May 2005
Once at her brother’s soccer practice the wind blew in just a distinct way with just a precise temperature with a scent at just the correct potency tinkling a spectator sister into an altered mind. The soccer players’ round-a-kick-thud echoed the sound of the horses settling in the sky filled with white chariots. Lying flat on the grass her view now precluded the sight of almost anything else. The charioteers’ bewitching motion as crackers in a thick bubbling stew fueled the tension before a race. The fireball to the east was hotter than normal. Maybe it signaled the competition to begin: a whistle and a yell, blink blink, blackness. Gallop away.
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