Friday, January 20, 2012

Runaway (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


Run. Run. Run as fast as you can. Get away. 

I felt the air burning through my lungs as if it stripped the very life out of me that I was trying so desperately to save.

I ran until I thought I couldn’t run anymore.

And then I stopped.

Falling to ground, tangled in everything from remorse to regret and the dust and dirt of the world beneath my feet.

I gasped for breath and I cried for release.

I wished that I was anything, anything but what I was right now. I didn’t want to be another runaway.

Not from Him.

Never from Him. 

(c) Sara Harricharan

{This is not my Friday Fiction post...I'm still working on it. Cheers!}


Anonymous said...

This was exciting! Want to know more.


Joanne Sher said...

Good stuff, girl! WoW!

Marijo (Mary Jo) Phelps said...

Love these "shorties"!