home

swiftly she ran,the branches tearing at her clothes, on and on. fire burning her lungs as her breathe came in short gasps she could see the house ahead of her.dark and derelict but a place of safety.she could here the footsteps behind her closer,closer and then silence.terror seized her, sweat poured from her brow, soaking her long brown hair streaming out behind her left to right she looked, an animal trapped by the hunter it was so quiet only gentle hooting of an owl in a tree nearby a comforting sound she listened.