In the crisp winter morning, she ran, her speed and mane matching that of the white horse.
She had someone’s arm candy, personal secretary, personal meal prep chef, most willingly, forgetting to live for herself, only for that someone to take her for a ride.
Now she ran, the exertion making her forget the past, alleviating her pain, releasing the emotional baggage from her troubled soul.
FOWC with Fandango: Alleviate
Meal, Crisp, Baggage