-
-
My lungs were burning and I was only a mile or so from the club. I glanced behind me and the dark shadow was still right behind me and gaining. I wouldn't make it across the bridge without him catching me. I took a sharp turn
-
His feet grudgingly drug themselves up the bus stairs. One hand gripped the cold, steel rail. Over his shoulder was slung a single, black bby Holly Anne Fairden 200 words, 3 comments, on May 12 4:42 PM 2008. In Calling, City, Going away, Gone, Leaving, Past, Religious, Running away
