I have already put a post on about the inspiration for this story and it comes from The Smuggler’s Song by Rudyard Kipling.
I think that this is a great poem, full of vivid images for a child’s imagination! In fact for anyone’s imagination! My story will be about the little girl who hears the Gentlemen go riding by – here is a bit of the opening for you! And of course the poem itself.
THE NIGHT HORSES
The thundering sound of horses careering through the dark night woke me up last night and I itched to open the curtains and peek out. My father’s stern warning paused my hand from pulling them back. “I’ll beat you black and blue if I hear of you telling about horses in the night.” Not an idle threat with my father. My mother just pleaded ignorance. “What the eye don’t see…” was one of her favourite expressions. My curiosity was going to get me into serious trouble one of these days, or so I kept being told. How was I supposed to resist? I tucked my hands under my body and lay on them to prevent myself from reaching for the curtain. I made a funny fish shaped lump under my sheets with my hips sticking up in the air, as I stared at the dark ceiling. Continue reading