I’m not in rhythm.
I fight to hold on.
Prince and I are always in sync.
But not today.
Today, he’s angry.
And he’s letting me know it.
I try to re-grip.
The crowd is a blur.
The world outside of Prince and me disappears.
I can’t be afraid. There’s no time to do anything but respond to what’s right in front of me.
I re-grip once again.
Prince rears up brutally.
My hand is ripped off the grip.
I’m flying.
Twisting.
No control.
I can’t stop my fall.
Can’t stop.
The wall is too close. I need to rotate my body, need to turn somehow…
I hit the ground hard. Too hard.
* * *
Macey
I stand, transfixed with fear, as Logan’s bronc bucks him viciously.
So viciously that Logan gets thrown into the air sideways.
I can’t swallow my scream.
Logan misses the wall but hits the ground.
He’s not getting up.
My heart plummets.
Blake runs out and gathers Prince and leads him away so he can’t hurt Logan.
But Logan’s not getting up.
