The Shadow of a Horse

The horse clambered over the window sill clumsily, its back hooves scraping it as it began to snort and scream in the way I had heard it many nights before from the church on Bares Arena Street. A shard of glass sliced across my forehead, we avoided injury from the rest. The horse coughed and sputtered and twisted its head left and right, snapping at me. It released a bizarre wet bark and lunged atI sidestepped it, turned, and stumbled the way Wazo had gone. Upon reaching the door I spun and slammed it behind me, then felt my way down the corridor blindly and pushed on the exit leading into the alley