~ One Horse Town…
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~ Can you see that horse?
~ but why can’t I see it?
What? It’s right there. In-fact, you only pointed me towards it. What kind of a joke is it? Ohh, wait, are you blind? But if you were, how would have you known there is a horse, is it your horse? You tied him up there? Hey, forget that horse, why did you want me to look at it? Only to tell me you can’t see it?
~ Can you see the horse now?
Yes, I said I can, wait where has the horse gone? Hey, is this a joke, hey where are you, hello…hello…somebody there?
Was there a horse? Who was this man? Where have they both gone? Huh…from now on, I will never stop to talk to a stranger.
~ Hello Gray…how are you doing this morning? What Can I get you?
Morning Roan…can I get scrambled eggs and toast please…
~ Sure, something to drink?
Yeah, orange juice.
~ Okay, be with you shortly.
~ Hey Gray, how are you? Is the horse parked outside, yours? Must be, theres no-one in here this early… from where did you get it?
What horse Buckskin…when did you see me riding a horses man, come here let me smell if you are you drunk…
~ Woah, stay away from my mouth, I smell good, Gray!. It’s the Horse what I’m talking about, the one that is parked outside, look through the glass, there he is or she is or whatever it is…is it not yours?
It’s not mine and i don’t even want to look at it…
(I sneaked and I could see some shadow as if it was a horse…I ran outside to see but it again vanished…)
There is no horse parked outside, what was it, a game you wanted to play with me…
~ There was but now it’s gone may be, it wasn’t anyways yours so the owner must have taken him along.
~ Your scrambled eggs, toast and arrange juice, Gray. Enjoy !
All this morning the stupid horse has been hounding me and he is not even there, why can’t I see what everyone else can? Is there really a horse, is he following me or its just everyone is trying to fool me…
~ Morning Gray!
Morning Brindle, any calls or messages for me?
~ Yes, Mr. White is waiting for you in his chamber and your dad called saying that you have a horse parked in your driveway. You have a horse Mr. Gray?
I’ll go and check with Mr. White in 5 minutes, let him know that and can you get my Dad on the phone for me, and I don’t have a horse Brindle.
~ Sure Gray! And your Dad is on line 2.
Hey Dad, you called about some horse, what horse? who’s horse is in our driveway? How did he get in there?
~ I don’t know, that’s what I’m supposed to be asking you. So you are saying you don’t know anything about it, okay, let me call the cops and get done with it.
Okay, hey wait…hang on…hey Dad…let me call you shortly and will tell you what to do. Okay?
~ Okay, as you say, bye.
Not again, I will go see Mr. White and go home…
Morning Mr. White you wanted to see me.
~ Morning Gray Yes I did, can you get me a story on Friday for our Sunday supplement? I know its not really your job but I’m kinda stuck, Skewbald was supposed to write this piece but last I heard from him was almost 4 days back and he says that he is suffering from a block, writers block, I can’t pull him out of it but I’m sure you can pull. something up on your sleeve! Can you?
Sure, I can give it a shot.
~ Great, I knew you are a dark horse, Gray.
~ What really Gray! all okay?
Yes Yes, nothing I will do it. I’ll give it to you by Friday afternoon. Ummm…can I ask you for a day off today, I can work from home. I’ve just learnt there is a horse parked in my driveway and I’ve got to see whats it all about…
~ Sure, thing.
Thanks, see you tomorrow…
As if I’ve had not enough of horses since morning only to learn that I’m a dark horse, wow…
And to top all of that, I need to write…what should I write about…Blindspot…Yes, Blindspot…that is going to be the title…
Hey Dad…where is the horse? I didn’t see anything in the driveway…
~ What horse?
The horse in our driveway, didn’t you call my office to tell me that dad?
~ I did call your office but you never returned my call and what horse are you talking about?
Then what did you call me for?
~ I wanted to ask you if you had seen my Classic Champagne. I somehow don’t remember where I have kept it?
Classic Champagne, what is that dad? Last I remember you stopped drinking since mom left us…
~ Yes, but I had kept one to drink with you someday, I had thought tonight we would drink, just felt like.
Anything special today?
~ Not really, but if your mom would have been alive she would have wished me on my 90th birthday.
~ Remember, she always said “you old piece of junk, no one would remember you, if you exist old enough” and laughed…