He stood on the bank of the river. Straining his eyes. ‘What is that?’ The sun was glaring low in the sky behind the creature cantering across the water. He could not figure out what it was. Horse like, but something glinted in the sun. Like a glittery horn atop the creatures head?
Squinting like mad, he wished he could figure it out. In the minutes it took for the creature to cross the river, he could not fathom what he was seeing. Like a fairy tale. A white horse with a glittery horn. Surprisingly this was not the most perplexing thing.
Not in the least.
What astonished him was the creature poised on top of the unicorn. Billowing hair and gleaming skin covered in iridescent blues and pinks flowing in the breeze.
As he stood, mouth slightly agap. The two creatures stopped beside him. A gentle neigh emitted from the unicorn as he lowered his head to munch grass.
‘Here, take my bag.’ She said as she slipped off the unicorn and ran off into the forest.
Standing there. Beside a unicorn. Holding a pink iridescent bag. Mark wondered what world he had entered. Where exactly was he?
Minutes passed and she emerged from the woods. Thanking Mark for holding her bag.
She swiftly mounted the unicorn and they trotted away. Leaving Mark standing in the same spot. Still trying to figure it out. Wondering if he had dreamed it. Wondering.