An older woman stopped next to me at a horse jumping event. She leaned on the pole rail fence for a few minutes, watching, then said:

“I used to own an arabian too, but I never rode him like that.” She spent a moment reflecting. “Not everyone has to have an athlete, though. What’s wrong with a lover, or a friend? Or decoration. I called mine my lawn ornament.” She laughed, and then was gone.


This was published on 19 Oct 2006.
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