a myth

a myth

fiction
edward w pritchard

The myth of the unicorn was propagated originally as a savior to humanity. The unicorn was always solitary, good, but fierce. The unicorn was beautiful and aloof. There are of course no unicorns, its a myth.

Flying horses that's another matter. There are flying horses. Flying horses cannot be seen by humans. However, some people may occasionally hear a flying horse. Since flying horses come only rarely and the sound they make is soft, like the twinkling of celestial bells one must listen carefully and long to catch the tingle of their wings in motion.

Listening for flying horses disrupts normal human interaction and flying horses have little commercial value anymore. No longer can flying horses lead humans to the dwelling place of the gods who sometimes ride or associate with flying horses. People who listen for flying horses are usually considered a little odd, for they become anxious that they will miss the sound of the flying horses when they come and the listeners acquire a nervous nature. Nature compensates for the anxiety cursed to the flying horse listeners by making them fierce, beautiful and aloof, solitary but good and sometimes saviors to humanity.

Soar upward my horses, your wings rustle guides us toward the gods abode.
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[last paragraph- first four words- thanks to Nicolai Gogol]