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SOMERSAULT

Sarah Adams sat down and leaned against the sycamore tree. The first spring violets were blooming on the banks of Cherokee Creek which meandered through the old farm that she had inherited five years before.

Across the two foot channel, what was left of a six pack of beer was immersed in the cold water, and Michael O’Brien was stretched out on a slab of fieldstone. It was the perfect frame for his athletic body and the strength she felt in his presence.

“Why is there always a gap between us?” Sarah thought. “Why isn’t he over here with his arms around me?”

Michael pulled a beer out of the water and the glistening wetness of his hand enticed a yellow swallowtail butterfly to land on it.

“Don’t leave me,” Sarah said.

“What?” Michael turned to look at her. Bits of a spider web and leaves clung to her T-shirt. He always thought of them as her jewelry.

“I can’t get this thing about Somersault out of my head.” She ran her hand through her shoulder length brown hair.

The horse had been dead for two weeks, and except for the all-night cry on the day of his death, Sarah hadn’t mentioned him. Michael didn’t respond. He hoped she’d move on to another subject.

“Why did I hear ‘don’t leave me’? I heard it clearly. Not, ‘don’t leave him,’ but ‘don’t leave me.’ The pronoun should have been different.”

Michael laughed. He was glad she had latched onto a mental game. He couldn’t stand to see her cry again. He was always the strong one for everyone, the fixer, the Iwill- make-it-better-for-you-man. One of the things he liked about Sarah was he didn’t have to play that role very often. He could relax, even admit some of his own vulnerabilities, and sometimes get lost in her strength.

“So what are you getting at?” he asked. “Did he speak to you? Should I start calling you Dr. Dolittle?”

“I prefer your royal highness.”

“Sorry; that was a past lifetime.”

Sarah laughed. Michael had that cat-that-swallowed- the-canary smile on his face. It always enticed her. Was he thinking something or merely lost in satisfaction? “What do you know about past lifetimes?”

“The same thing I know about anything that’s in the past. It’s over, finished, the end. Adios amigos.” Michael was pleased. He thought he’d sidetracked her from the horse.

“The problem with that is memory. I can’t forget what happened with Somer when he was dying. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Well, we went to that lecture on animal telepathy a few months ago. Maybe it does work.”

Sarah shook her head. “You know I don’t believe in that stuff.”

“Then how do you explain what you heard?”

“Maybe I didn’t hear it. Maybe I wanted to hear it. I mean, I didn’t hear anything else from him.”

Michael sensed she was going to cry. “Forget about explaining it. Accept it. It’s okay not to understand everything.”