I’d just about resigned myself to not taking part in Friday Fictioneers this week, so bereft was I of inspiration. I’m not happy about this one, but as little as I know of horses, I was pretty much stuck. I even had to Google to find if horses can actually kneel down!
The cold water roused me.
I struggled to focus as Mystic dropped the hosepipe, snickering gently. My head throbbed unmercifully from the fall but even with one eye half-closed I saw the dust-cloud approaching.
Mystic saw it too and whinnied nervously. Then she fell to her knees beside me, nudging my arm until I swung myself unsteadily over her back.
The fiery carriage, drawn by six foam-flecked black stallions drew closer.
Mystic rolled her eyes, wheeled and bolted, but not before I saw those glittering red eyes, and felt his rage as we fled.