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| Subject: | Re: Build-a-Soundtracked-Story Part 3 |
| Author: | Rachael (Authenticated as stingraybunnyturtle7) |
| Date: | June 3, 2012 at 11:09:39 AM |
| Reply to: | Build-a-Soundtracked-Story Part 3 by klundtacular |
The rain started to lighten, but it got to be very cold. I half expected a snowflake to fall from the sky.
It was also very dark.
And then, naturally, I had to hear something. It was a twig snap. I turned and looked. I think something hid. 'The eye by long use comes to see even in the darkest cavern: and there is no subject so obscure but we may discern some glimpse of truth by long poring on it.' Unfortunately, my eye has not been in use for even a dozen years yet, so I couldn't tell what it was.
I started to run.
Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten more blocks of backyards.
I'm pretty fast, my motjer made me start doing hockey at this gym and I turned out to be good at it. It was basically indoor street hockey, but I took to it well. "It's a good way to get out, um, violence" my mother had said. It transitioned surprisingly well into running through mud from an attacker.
The attacker who I could hear running behind me.
Nine, seven, five, three, one block left.
I tripped. I fell facedown into the mud, which was as cold as the water in the kitchen sink when my mother needs to clean something but can't wait for the dishwasher. I jumped up as fast as I could and dashed into someone's backyard.
I pounded on their backdoor, begging it to open before my attacker got close enough.
It opened.
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