hurried

she runs, knowing what she is clinging to.

"Why?" 
        The sound was still echoing and following her through the little street that was almost an ally. It was all she could hear as she ran through the dampened street, trying her damnedest not to slip and fall to her knees.

       She ran. Her breath came in rushed, hurried. Her dress was clinging to her body, her stockings were ripped and providing minimal warmth, while her shoes gave no comfort nor protection.

       She ran. The street was cold, fog still hanging on the ground. The lamps dimly lit the dark in front of her, not quite as bright as they should have shone.

       She ran, she could not do anything else. There was nothing else. She was stuck in motion and she knew exactly why.

Author's Note

i know it is short, but how is the imagery? would really appreciate some sound advice in that department. thanks :)

Reviews

[Catherine]

I like the imagry, but you could stretch it out more...