My eyes saw a profile moving across one of the exit points. Glitter saw it too and as the shadow filled the opening she grabbed my hand. Her decision about me solidified; I wasn’t a threat. She turned and ran dragging me behind her. Glancing back a complete darkness had fallen over the octagon space. “I asked him; he didn’t tell me it was hunting” she mumbling. I couldn’t focus on her words because I realized that we were running so fast that our feet weren’t touching the ground and we were covering miles and miles through book lined shelves.
By Shari Marshall – April 9, 2018
Prompt for this 100 word post is from 101 Writing Prompts, prompt #37.