His whole life he’d told very few people; had learned that it was a thing best kept to himself, but he finally told her, reluctantly and in confidence.
“But that is a wonderful thing; for surely you can see that you and I are to marry and have a wonderful life together,” and she took his hand and twirled as if dancing, then leaned into his embrace. “It is the gift of Sight you have, and you shall use your gift to help people.”
He forced a smile for her, pretended to agree.
He wished he could refuse this gift; he felt it as a curse that burdened him with helplessness and despair. For he did not know if it would be the horse that today pulled her buggy, or some other horse some other day, perhaps in the street, or some horse on the farm that they might share; he just knew that it would be a horse.
Denise is at it again, with a little help from some friends. The Six Sentence Story prompt word this week is “refuse”. The rules are to use that word in six sentences, no more, no less. Go to GirlieOntheEdge for more stories of refuse, refusing and refusal.