The world thought it had seen everything until Thursday April 12th 1984. Since then, it also thought it had seen everything, totally forgetting that there will be other Thursdays and other April 12ths.
It was a day like any other, to start with. The birds tweeted, the worms turned. The sun shined, and the clouds gathered.
The alarms screeched and the day began. Breakfast. Shower. Maybe not in that order. To the car. To the road. To the traffic jam. Late again.
That was fine, though. Being late. Used to being late – day like any other and all that. Not used to seeing the skies open and the four horsemen of the apocalypse come through. Actually, they weren’t men, they were women, all dressed in armour with wings at the sides of their helmets. Their horses were dressed the same, running and flying at the same time. The horses: the women merely rode them. Well, rode them with battle cries that screaming banshees would be proud of.
Roofs tore off cars ahead as these iron-clad invaders from another dimension descended, searching for whatever they searched for, eager, desperate, determined.
One of them looked at me. I leant back in my chair. She approached. I ducked, hand on handle ready to run. Her face appeared at the door window – my shocked face appeared as a reflection in her sparkling helmet. I dropped the handle and sprawled across the seats to the other door.
A deep voice echoed from nowhere, “Never on Thor’s Day!”, and the Valkyries fled.
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This is posted in response to Doug’s MinMin challenge, where 250 words are required based on a prompt. This week, the beginning of the post has to be ‘The world thought it had seen everything until…’
The Mansionic Perspective 
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