Car stalled on a foggy road.
Lights in the distance.
Walked in to that old tavern.
Cigarette smoke, sticky floor.
Men leering.
Almost felt naked.
Used the phone and left.
Getting dark.
Heard voices, drunken laughter.
They were on me so fast.
Thrown on the ground next to a fence.
Two of them.
Foul breath, sweaty, grunting.
Horse approaching.
Woman rider in shimmering white.
Color of her skin changing.
Black, white, brown, yellow.
They stumbled away.
She turned her horse.
Looked back at me.
With tears.
Chased them down.
In to the fog.
Screams…
Walked back to my car.
Thanks to Rochelle for the prompt for this weeks Friday Fictioneers Challenge.