Time was running out for Shane. Panic would set in quickly so she had to work hard and finish before the inevitable paralysis set upon her. Now it had become the fuel that drove her to gallop ahead despite the grip of her condition.
Trauma, a fickle storm that assaults her being from every side. Love for the wild though has pierced through that veil and transmuted her fears into empowerment. These wellsprings of energy last for a limited time but that’s okay. She will finish her garden. Fill it with flowers and veggies. The survivor will thrive.
© Carol Campbell
Carrot Ranch Communications
February 24, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about galloping. It doesn’t have to be about horses. Is galloping a burst of energy, a run for freedom? Or is it a sense of urgency that borders on anxiety to get tasks accomplished? Explore the motion in different ways — a galloping stride, a galloping relationship or a galloping mind.
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