Maya and the Centaur

Eyes like a sunflower in the warm spring.  You could see them from miles away in the black sapphire night. They were slowly getting bigger and bigger… At first the air was silent. Then very distant trotting. Getting louder and louder. Maya didn’t know to either scream or run or stay quiet. The street lamp flickered, wind rustling in her ears. Suddenly she felt a warm breath on her face. Her eyes squeezed shut flicked open immediately. A man’s face was up close. The same yellow eyes looked back at her. His wavy hair was a thick brown colour. She looked down. His legs were… different. Lets just say he was… Half human half horse!

“Who are you?” Maya said, taking a step back.

“Well. I am…”

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