There was a horse waiting for me this morning. I stepped out of my apartment and found myself face to face with him. For a moment I stood there staring into his eyes. Was this animal waiting for me specifically? Or perhaps I had ordered a horse and forgotten about it?
That is possible. Last week I got a book I ordered on different maps of Europe, and I had forgotten I ordered that. I had to look up the order online to prove to myself that I had bought the book. But a horse is a much bigger deal than a book, so I think I would remember ordering one.
So I decided that the horse was not waiting for me, and was just coincidentally in front of my door. I turned to the right and began walking off. The horse began following me. Now my mind shifted back to my original thought. This horse was waiting for me.
I considered that he might want me to ride him. That is a main purpose a horse fills. However I have never ridden a horse and attempting to ride a horse bareback through the streets of Astoria seemed like a bad way to learn. After walking another two blocks I had worked up the courage to try to mount the horse. I stopped walking and turned to approach the horse. He walked right by me.
Was I mistaken? Was this all more coincidence? Was I being paranoid? Then the horse stopped two store fronts further down the block and began looking in the window of a store. I realized he was trying to act nonchalant. His mistake was looking in the window of a printer cartridge store, and I have never known a horse to have a computer let alone a printer.
I decided to keep on walking. The horse had done nothing to hurt me, so why should I run. Besides if I did run a horse could easily catch up with me. In fact, I am not in great shape, so a horse would have an even easier time catching me than he would have catching up to the average man on the street.
I also decided to no longer try to ride him. After all, he seemed to be trying to hide his interest in me. If he did want me to ride him, then he would have to make it clear.
I began walking again and sure enough the horse waited until I passed him and began to follow. I didn’t turn around, but I heard him clopping behind me. Within a few minutes I had reached the subway station. No one seemed to be paying notice to me, despite the horse that must have been trailing me rather closely. Maybe horses were more common in my neighborhood then I realized. I had gotten up earlier then I usually do, so it could be a typical sight for 6am.
I began to walk up to the subway and no longer heard the horse. He obviously was not willing to brave the stairs. About halfway up I turned to take one last look at my stalker. He was looking at some luggage.
He was nowhere to be seen when I came home in the evening.