Making Trails

by rhyejess

Ennis has a heaviness to his step that just sort of arrived there somehow, from a variety of sources, and he can't seem to shake it, can't seem to wipe it off.

Disclaimer: Characters don't belond to me and I make no money from them

Making Trails

He saw
The mud
How it clung
To his boots
Was everywhere
Against the ground
In trails
From the paddock
To the barn
Through the stalls
Through the office
Out the door
Into the truck,
Into the yard,
Into his life
Until

A carpet of a plastic green
A dollar at the five and dime
And costing more than it was worth

Clung hard against mud
Like it was wanting
Like it needed

Like it cared about
Redemption