"I really don't know," the old black man said as he leaned back in his
rocking chair, smoking his pipe and looked out to where the Black was tied
up, just enough for his lips to snag some grass.
"Well, what do ya reckon at least? I wouldn't know a thing of it. How am I suppose to know how decipher my dreams? Never was good at it." Alec watched the man hoping that he could string the answer right out of him. He usually didn't talk like this, but this dream had been on his mind for countless nights.
The old man chuckled and puffs of smoked billowed rapidly out of the end of his pipe when doing so. "Son, it would be nice to be able know what every dream you've had meant but you really don't need to worry yourself about it. The time will come and it all will become clear."
"But I don't want to wait for it! The dreams will eat me alive before then!"
"Let that day be for the future. That's why we live in the day called the present," the old man said still keeping his gaze on Alec's horse. The Black shot his head up to look at something, with his ears erect and all of him alert for the sound. The black man didn't change his thought.
Alec rolled his eyes and breathed out a long heavy sigh, "Okay then. I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he concluded as he grabbed his coat and out it on lazily. He slammed the screen door behind him without wanting to hear the man's response. "Come on Black!" he yelled at his horse. Black's eyes darted to his master as he came round the corner. Alec rubbed his head before untying the slip knot. He gathered his reins and got into the saddle quicker than when he had un-mounted upon arrival. He squeezed his legs gently and was gone.
"Well, what do ya reckon at least? I wouldn't know a thing of it. How am I suppose to know how decipher my dreams? Never was good at it." Alec watched the man hoping that he could string the answer right out of him. He usually didn't talk like this, but this dream had been on his mind for countless nights.
The old man chuckled and puffs of smoked billowed rapidly out of the end of his pipe when doing so. "Son, it would be nice to be able know what every dream you've had meant but you really don't need to worry yourself about it. The time will come and it all will become clear."
"But I don't want to wait for it! The dreams will eat me alive before then!"
"Let that day be for the future. That's why we live in the day called the present," the old man said still keeping his gaze on Alec's horse. The Black shot his head up to look at something, with his ears erect and all of him alert for the sound. The black man didn't change his thought.
Alec rolled his eyes and breathed out a long heavy sigh, "Okay then. I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he concluded as he grabbed his coat and out it on lazily. He slammed the screen door behind him without wanting to hear the man's response. "Come on Black!" he yelled at his horse. Black's eyes darted to his master as he came round the corner. Alec rubbed his head before untying the slip knot. He gathered his reins and got into the saddle quicker than when he had un-mounted upon arrival. He squeezed his legs gently and was gone.