One foot in front of the other. He had to keep going. There was no turning back.
They almost caught up with him several times. In the woods he'd tripped over a branch, sprawled, and felt their hot breath on his back just before he kicked off and escaped. Now he was in the clear, wide open spaces of the school's football field. No obstructions in his path. No cover or refuge in sight.
On foot in front of the other. If he could just keep running for another mile or so, he could make it to the church where he'd be safe. Even as he pondered this, he heard his pursuers closing in and knew he'd never make it.
With a final leap, his brothers tackled him, pinning him to the ground. Sitting on his chest, his oldest brother Timmy leaned into his face and shouted, "You're IT!"
"Okay, fine," Justin said. "Just let me get my breath back first. We need to make the game shorter next time."
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ganymeder over 14 years ago
I noticed a typo "On" instead of "One" and some missing commas, but I finished with only seconds left so no time to correct them. I'm also rethinking that last sentence. :)
Galen over 14 years ago
Great! (And, don't worry about typos. We're all making them, as is to be expected with time on the line. The content matters most -- and the content is good!)
SelahWrites over 14 years ago
I had no idea where you were headed and was pleasantly surprised! Nice.
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Author Catherine Russell shares her life with her high school sweetheart, their son, and two ferocious puppies in the Wilds of Ohio while writing short stories, editing her novel, and learning more about the craft every day. Her work has been published in Flash Me magazine, Metro Fiction, Beyond Centauri, and the ‘Best of Friday Flash – Volume One‘ and the ‘Best of Friday Flash – Volume Two‘ anthologies.
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