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I remember the way my feet beat out a rythmn on the
cement. It sounded vaguely like the echoing of hooves on a
cobblestone walkway. I pretended for a slight moment that
I was a horse galloping down that walkway in my mind.
There was absolutely nothing tying me down. I could just
run forever. I felt the breeze in my hair and on my skin and imagined it wisking away all the bad things in my life. They were lifted up and off of my body and into the air. Once airborne they became part of collective existence and they were no longer my pains alone to bear. That was the beauty of being a horse. Animals weren't individualists for sure but they were also never alone. I jumped through the air enjoying my freedom.
Abruptly I stopped. Terrible acidic pain burned inside my
lungs. I was no horse, that much was certainly true.
Horses didn't stop at stoplights to avoid being plowed
down by oncoming Ford pick-up trucks. Well,
occasionally they did, but certainly not when they knew
for a fact no such pick-up was anywhere near to them. I
shifted my weight as I waited for the light to change and
felt an indignant pang in my heel. I sat down on the
dusty, broken cement to examine the pain and found a sharp
brown pincher had lodged itself right where the heel gives
way to a more sensitive arch of the foot.
Stupid pincher. I pulled it gently out of the crease of
skin it was embedded in and winced in pain momentarily. It
came out and was immediately replaced by a trickle of
blood. I spit on my finger and rubbed it on the wound to
try and help plug the small cut. As I rubbed my finger
around the cut I noticed all the dirt clear from the small
area. My feet were incredibly dirty. I laughed at myself
sitting there on the cement. I had just taken a shower
earlier today and here I was sitting in the dirt, running
around the dusty streets bare foot. I shook my head and
crossed the street without waiting anymore for the go
ahead from the shining walk signal.
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"God grant me distraction."
-Zampano
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pincher?
