angels. [abstract artist]

[.*.Brandy.*.]

[ x ]

lily anderson.

~*~

i sit and wait.

I placed my sneakers on my feet, biting my lip in concentration. Okay. So normally I don't have to concentrate while putting on my shoes but it was early in the morning and there was a problem. Roger wasn't feeling well and he was the actual jockey of Abbie. Whatever. I was his sister, Lily Anderson. I was close enough I guess. I smiled lightly as I put my hair in a loose ponytail, gently letting myself out of the house. I came towards the large barn behind the house and I pulled open the sliding door. I was greeted by a chorus of nickers and I let myself in. Abbie was placed near the end of the barn because she was still a young horse. I moved past all of my project horses, champions and loved ones, giving a few special ones a pat before coming to Abbie's stall. The filly sleepily opened her eyes, auds flicked lazily forward.

Come on girl.

I pulled the plated leather halter with her name on it off of the hook and let myself in the stall. I clipped on the halter and led her out of the stall. As we walked out of the door, I flipped off the lights and closed the door behind us. We moved towards the trailer and I opened it quickly. She walked in easily and I closed it behind her, securing her carefully. I smiled, going into the front seat. Roger wasn't the only one who could drive. I climbed in and turned on the truck. I backed out of the parking spot and drove down the driveway and towards the MHS practice track.

does an angel contemplate my fate?

I pulled into the track's parking lot and pulled into two spaces for the trailer. I brought the car to a stop and undid the keys, jumping to the ground. I came around the back and soon came to realize that Abbie had woken up. I heard a bunch of noises, ranging from kicking to just plain jumping around. I grinned. Good, she had energy. I lowered the ramp and undid Abbie from the trailer, backing her up into the turf nearby the parking lot. I smiled, beginning to tack her up. The tacking process was quick because of Abbie's quietness and my skill as a rider. Right. Okay. I smiled as I put on my helmet and mounted up. She was about the size of her sire, Con Artist and seemed to have the same build. We moved out onto the track, staying on the outside of the track. I watched a chestnut breeze by us. Obviously it was time for breezes. I allowed Abbie's reins to go loose for a moment. She dropped her head, heaving a long sigh. I picked up my reins, moving her into jog. I posted to allow myself to see how she behaved. She dropped her head onto the bit, gently moving along at a steady pace. Suddenly she threw a tiny buck, auds pricked forward afterwards. I sat the buck and grinned a little to myself.

You better have gotten that out of your system because we're going to work.

and do they know the places where we go when we're gray and old?

I leaned into a two-point, asking for a light canter just to get her muscles moving. She needed no encouragement. We moved off effortlessly, her strides long and fluid, amazing for a three year old. It was pretty amazing actually that racehorses could even do what they do because of their young age. That sometimes ruined horses for life and made some horses immortal. Whatever. Too much thinking there. I focused back on the young filly underneath me and I moved her into a slow gallop, a totally different pace. There was a rhythm... A steady pace that we kept at. She was fun to ride. After circling the track once, I leaned forward as we came to the longside. Let us see what you can do... The filly's auds flickered backwards. She was listening. I kneaded my hands lightly on her dark mane and then she knew what I wanted. Moving off with blinding speed, I wasn't prepared for this. I gave a gentle tug on the reins, bringing her back a little. The filly dipped her crainia and came back. I nodded a little. She was attentive. As we came around the corner quickly, I decided to let her go. And man did she go. Legs churning up the dirt track, auds pricked forward, we moved at a quick speed and she didn't even seem to be trying. Galloping effortlessly around the corner, I was spellbound. Jet Ski definitely wasn't like this... or Toledo Surprise for that matter. Abbie was something totally different. We made a lap around the track, pace slowly increasing as we went. Oh and guess what? We passed that chestnut... We lapped him twice.

cause i've been told that salvation lets their wings unfold.

I brought her to a walk and we slowly walked off the track. A white foam gently dusted her hindquarters and her shoulders. I dismounted quickly and tied her to the side of the trailer. I took off her saddle and bridle, throwing an embroidered cooler over her back. It already said Abstract Artist on it and mirrored her sire's cooler. I walked her up in the trailer to bring her home. She nickered quietly to me and I smiled a little.

Good girl.

so when i'm lyin' in my bed, thoughts running through my head, and i feel that love is dead, i'm loving angels instead.

[Angels by Jessica Simpson]

[.*.Brandy.*.]

_{[ abbie's racing career has ended ]}