Random Fiction Writing

A little escape

Writing, to me,
it simply thinking through my fingers.
Isaac Asimov

Hannah was sick of this. She was sick of her parents ordering her around. She was supposed to be on holiday after all. She stood in the massive landscape of Ireland. Ireland, the little green country, well there's no doubt about that. Green hills littered with flowers of every colour stood in all directions. As she felt the soft earth beneath her feet and the gentle howl of the chilly wind blowing through the valley she felt her mind drift back. To an era where no cars existed, nor the busy bustling of city life and only one method of transport: horses. As she closed her eyes she was alerted by a huge black cob hauling a cart behind it just inches in front of her. The driver wears a small grey blazer with a matching bow tie which reminds her of an outfit she'd seen in pictures of her great grandfather from the old days. The hills looked different now. Tiny cottages stood in rows at the bottom of the valley and small flumes of smoke emerged from their chimneys to form delicate swirls of grey that grew towards the ocean-blue sky. Ice-white clouds drifted with intricate grace overhead, like rose petals floating down a steady river. The suns rays cuddle Hannah as though a thick blanket of protective warmth shielding her from the cool wind. Horses could be seen grazing in the distance, their elegant beauty illuminating the already glorious hills. Children played among the heather a short distance away. A small girl with curly blonde hair wore a short flowered dress and a boy wore knee-length baggy shorts with a matching jacket which was dotted with mud up to the collar. Birds fluttered and sung happily close by as the breeze blew over the hills carrying the fresh scent of elevating, summer pine trees. And the sound of the accordion floated to her ears from somewhere over the hills.
"Hannah!" A voice yells dragging her back to the present day. The voice belonged to her sister who was running up the hill to meet her. "We have to go, what were you doing?"
"Nothing," Hannah muttered and couldn't help the smile that danced across her lips.