Friday, January 22, 2016

Write about running away from something or someone

The only sound that my mind even processed hearing was the repeating thud of my feet hitting the ground as I sprinted away.  My calves were burning and felt full of hot needles.  My shins felt like they were coming off of my bones.  My sides felt like they would come undone and spill me all over the ground.  But I didn’t stop.  I needed to keep running… needed to get away…

My foot caught something and I found myself sprawled over the ground.  The world spun before my eyes as I tried to stand upright, the dirt giving way under my feet.  But my body slumped again and my muscles sagged as it all hit me.  She had died and nothing could change that.

There was no running from grief.

1 comment:

  1. Wow! You put in words something that was at a dark little corner of my mind, festering for 6 years now