Friday, 29 November 2013
Flash Fiction Friday: Running
I was exhausted. I had been running for what felt like hours. My torso, arms, legs and feet were torn to shreds from the thick forest but I finally felt safe enough to stop. I had to, I needed to get my breath back and besides they'd have surely given up chasing me by now yet I knew I couldn't risk them catching me so, as soon as I felt able, I began running again.
One thing I knew for definite though was that, no matter how much money was offered, I would never fill in as a stripper for a hen party again.