As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre. Emanuelle smiled wistfully. After she met him at the 2110 Paris Airshow he became many things to her: mentor, friend, lover. She was younger then, just learning how to ride the genetically-designed Giant Eagles she loved so much. Jean Pierre took her riding skills to a new level, nearly enough to qualify for the Olympic team. Years later, she did.
She dismounted from Keller, her eagle. The huge bird warbled softly and nuzzled her shoulder with his beak. She looked up again, recalling how Jean Pierre performed the first-known loop with an eagle. She always loved how innovative he was.
She led Keller to a special place beside the Eiffel Tower, recalling that Jean Pierre had his faults as well. He was forgetful about many things: his car keys, his wallet, or even Emanuelle when a woman caught his eye.
As she sighed beside Jean Pierre’s grave, she wondered if he thought of her when he went inverted in that final loop. Perhaps he’d forgotten her again…just like his seat belt.
Written for Mondays Finish the Story. Photo prompt by Marcy B. Ayanian. This week the opening line is, “As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.” Look here to see the original prompt and also see the stories other folks wrote: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/09/07/mondays-finish-the-story-sept-7th-2015/