Julia went around Ireland by horse and carriage last week and so her prompt for the 100 word challenge is ‘the white horses were galloping’
Here is my interpretation.
Circle of Shelter
‘We must reach the menhirs before that Mammatus cloud or we’ll die.’ The white horses were galloping as if they had the wings of Pegasus.
‘Eleanor, you surely don’t believe those druid myths?’
We ran like the wind and fell into the circle, as the first thunder clap sounded. The rain swirled, and lightning flashed, darkness descended, though it was barely noon. Surely the hand of some vengeful God.
We woke to find the horses nibbling the sparse moorland grass, like us, completely dry.
Everywhere outside the stone circle was flooded.
‘It’s no myth Gabriel, the beasts know the circle is shelter.’
I’m very late this week so the new challenge will be out tomorrow. If you would like to read the other entries visit http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week133/