“Black’s not moving-” he cried.
“It’s okay baby, I’ll fix it,” she said. She’d chosen Black. She should’ve seen the signs.
Never again. No more shortcuts.
She’d tried other horses, same dark fur, tall, friendly, but he always knew.
Her team arrived, collected Black and she returned to work, tireless and determined.
If anyone could solve it, she would.
A year on, Black’s fatal allergy to her son’s DNA finally revealed itself.
She watched Black nuzzle him. He hesitated, eyed her, then embraced Black fiercely, grinning through tears.
Regrown, genetics rewritten, memories transferred, Black never had to leave again.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
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