The Unionville Rider

It was her first trip to Devon; she'd only just begun riding a few months ago.  And this was her horse, braided by a friend, saddled up, readied for adventure.  "Will you take our portrait?" they asked, and so I did, beneath the greenish light of the secondary stables, where I have spent many hours this past week, leaving my own life for all of theirs, which is the first lean back toward fiction.