#Writephoto – Storm

Once again, Sue’s weekly prompt has been conducive for a short share from my WIP, A ghost and his gold:

“At 3p.m. a thunderstorm blew up and the rain simply fell down in a torrential deluge. Brilliant streaks of lightening tore apart the skies that were almost as dark as night, accompanied by ferocious peals of thunder. The Molopo River developed into a raging flood within minutes and all impediments to its flow, including wooden bridges, earthworks and ammunition, were washed away. A seven-pounder gun was saved from the flood with seconds to spare.

Some of Robert’s colleagues, who were manning the defence of the river bed, were forced to evacuate, water streaming from their hair and clothes as they dashed for shelter, running through rain, so heavy, it was like a waterfall. Captain Fitzclarence, among the last to cross the now boiling river waters, nearly drowned when he slipped…

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