Running

Run.

Flee.

Teeth snapping at my heels, I bound through the darkness. Over bushes. Between trees. And the snapping recedes. I strain my legs to run even faster. I will not be dinner today.

Then I burst out from the trees onto a hard smooth surface. And the lights coming towards me are so bright. So very bright.

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by Beatrix MGN on May 30, 2012  •  Permalink
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Posted by Beatrix MGN on May 30, 2012

https://abolg.wordpress.com/2012/05/30/running/

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  1. Carl D'Agostinoc

     /  May 30, 2012

    Oh, deer me !

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