Runaway Horses

After heading out from an old-style cafe we’d spent a few hours writing in late one afternoon, Bec & I came upon a woman attempting to control her two huge horses & cart in a smallish square. The horses really want to bolt & the woman was on the ground pulling at the reigns with all her might. But her attempt meant that she was being dragged under the cart & Bec & I instinctively ran towards the horses. But then I realised the horses were bolting towards us, & I screamed at Bec to run away from them, which we both did. The horses were slowed by some items getting caught under the cart wheel, & they eventually came to a stop with no one getting hurt. My heart was racing from the burst of adrenaline pumped by fear & I was a bit shaky too. After that exciting interlude, we headed back to the hotel.