Kicking around a silly(?) idea for the opening of a novel I'm playing with. Even as I write this I think it's too much, but thought I'd throw it out and see what others think.
A dark stallion, it’s long mane flying behind it, danced before me. The powerful front legs, frantically drove the beast in a side to side motion, its sharp hooves striking at the ground. Without any warning, I heard the shrill, brilliant, harmonious, blast of brass horns. The stallion, now standing, and cradling a microphone in it’s front hooves began singing,
Yawning I stretched my arms out from under the covers. I listened for a moment more,
before slapping off my alarm clock. With a grin, on my face, instead of the usual groan, I opened my eyes. I wouldn’t say, I jumped out of bed like a kid at Christmas but I’m pretty sure anyone else, seeing the way I was acting, would have a differing opinion. Certainly the smile on my face was giving away any feelings, I may be trying to suppress. But, I simply couldn’t help myself. It may only be a picnic to the Catoctin Mountains but it had been so long since Mom and Dad and I had done something together… Well, it made this huge for me.
A dark stallion, it’s long mane flying behind it, danced before me. The powerful front legs, frantically drove the beast in a side to side motion, its sharp hooves striking at the ground. Without any warning, I heard the shrill, brilliant, harmonious, blast of brass horns. The stallion, now standing, and cradling a microphone in it’s front hooves began singing,
Do you remember
the twenty first night of September?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders….
the twenty first night of September?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders….
…My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see
Holding hands with your heart to see
