Responsible

We made a path behind us as we walked, with salt taken from a bowl. As we moved we tasted the salt, it was pure like ocean saltwater. Before us in the distance were horses, cream in colour and idling on some grass.

When we got there it was my job to help call them over to the other side of the dip. The call I was making didn’t work but then I remembered the clicking noise we use to make with our mouths to get the horses to come near. I began this, ‘click click click’ with my tounge and teeth, and they began to come near, some in single file, some in groups.

As the horses approached me it appeared they were not horses and were each women. They passed me and as they did I asked them who they were, one woman, sat in a wheel chair told me her name and about her disability.

After all the horses had passed over the dip, the situation again changed, this time children were filing passed me, and I was responsible for them, we put out chairs from stacks, and the children all sat down in front of the fields dip. Some chairs were broken, I took a broken one but it still seemed to work. I took my chair and went and sat at the far side of the group, mainly because there was a man at the front I wanted to be able to see but also because I thought this was the teacher-like thing to do.