Flash Fiction: Running

dale-rogerson4

 

Lights. Over my shoulder their lights are coming, running through the trees, lamps and flaming torches. Coming for me through the trees, shouts, and hoots and laughter. It’s a game, for them. Dogs, teeth bared for blood. Running. Under the chicken house, into the nettles. Quiet!

In the morning she lures me out with food, and I let her paste the baking soda on my stings. I try to tell her about them, but my words don’t come right. She sighs at my tangled hair, my mother. Wants to keep me, but I slip away.

Tomorrow night they’ll come again.

*

This is a 100-word flash fiction Friday Fictioneers story inspired by the picture above, this week supplied by Dale Rogerson. Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Click here to find out how it works or here to read some more stories by other writers.

*

“A deeply moving read, that keeps you turning pages.” Oprah.com on my second novel, Swimming Lessons. Find out more.

31 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Running

  1. Well done. Such tension and I can feel that lost of breath and the terror and yet the thrill of being chased. I can’t help wondering if your protagonist is a rabbit.
    xx Rowena

    Like

  2. Well done, your drew me right into the story. Her fear was palatable. I found the end very sad. What is this tortured soul running from?

    Like

  3. I love the pacing and intensity of this piece. It left me with so many questions. Initially, I thought the same as Michael, that it was about escaped slaves. Then I thought, this is a world where this mother isn’t entitled to have a child and so she hides it away. A fascinating story. I must check out your novels if you write as well as this.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s