WIP Wednesday – The Copper Horse
He remembered Chestnut’s smooth, dark skin. It took a few weeks to get him to look that gorgeous: clean, pampered, well fed. He was such a stubborn one though. Jack couldn’t be angry with Chestnut for too long, even though he got hit by him a few times.
His head snapped up when the door opened once again. The servants were carrying something… someone covered by a black sheet. The heavy rain immediately made the cloth stick to the brawny body beneath it, cognac-colored limbs hanging bonelessly in mid air. Jack let out a broken sob as he turned his eyes away, practically hugging the stone socle.
No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening! Not like this…