Do not ride the horse, I told him. Yes, I know it is beautiful, with black silken hair and dark stormy eyes. Yes, they’re mesmerising, but you know what they say about horses on the bank of a Loch, I told him.
We found his yellow boat empty, under the light of a round bright moon.
They searched and searched but no glimpse or trace was every found.
They didn’t listen to me when I told them about the horse. But I know what happened.
For that wasn’t a normal horse. It was a kelpie wasn’t it.
It lured my little brother onto it’s back and then took him into the loch, never to be seen again.
I visit the loch when I can, I kneel down on the shore put my face right in the water. ‘Bring him back I shout.’
But the horse never does.
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Strange Solace 
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