The NightMare comes at the fall of darkness, at the twilight hour when the chill begins to nip at the heels of memory. In the winter, the dark horse alights upon dreams and hints at death.
On the equinox, when summer shines, the NightMare senses the coming growth. She whinnies, laments your survival of another year, and leaps through the darkness of night to the other side of the world.
But don’t worry, child, the equinox comes twice a year. She’ll be back.
This flash fiction is based on the Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #97, Equinox. I had no idea what to do, so I said to the spouse, “Wtf. Equinox… equi-nox. Equine nox. Night horse!”
And that’s why you have this piece.