Easy Fix

Jess was running, running, running, strugglng to breathe, trying desperately to keep ahead of her pursuers. The night was inky black and a chill rain beat against her face. Her clothes were soaking and slowed her down. Her wet hair plastered her face and stopped her from seeing. Underfoot the path was squelchy and she kept on her feet with difficulty.

“Must keep on. Must keep on,”she said to herself, “Can’t stop now. They’ll catch me.” Behind her a thudding of feet and voices calling. It was no use. She wouldn’t make it to safety, She tripped and went down. As she lay in the mud, one arm twisted under her Jess felt a hand on her shoulder…A blackness descended on her. Darkness. darkness and then a sudden bright light. She looked around. She was in her own room. The terror, the chase had all been a hideous nightmare. She gazed at the familiar walls and now all was right in the world.




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I am a poet, therefore I am crazy - see Shakespeare "the lunatic, the lover and the poet..." I also write plays and stories and do the press reports for my local WI. I ride a recumbent trike, a Hase Kettwiesel - I love it!

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