Thursday photo prompt: Track #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.

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The trail was dappled with light and peppered with snow. It seemed to go on forever, but nothing did that.

It looked just the same as all the other tracks, her heart sank, she had seen trails like this before a thousand times.

She could not give up she had to try, this time more than ever. She knew her life depended on her getting out this time.

So she ran down the track. She ran all night, her bare feet bled, her heart beat so hard it hurt. As the sun rose in the cold light of dawn she saw the city ahead.

Trying to keep up her pace she prayed that this time she would break free. No one was behind her and the path ahead clear. She ran on.

She lost consciousness the second her face hit the forcefield. She slid to the ground and just before her heart stopped a breeze from the opening in forcefield lifted her fringe. She had missed the opening by centimetres.


37 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. robbiecheadle
    Aug 02, 2018 @ 16:57:33

    Nice response, Willow.


  2. James Pyles
    Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:22:02

    She nearly made it.


  3. TanGental
    Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:23:37



  4. pensitivity101
    Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:36:42

    Nice one Willow. So near and yet so far.


  5. Jane Dougherty
    Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:51:21

    You built up the suspense nicely there πŸ™‚


  6. Ritu
    Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:05:28

    This is quite tragic sis .. a great response! πŸ˜πŸ’œ


  7. JT Twissel
    Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:07:04

    Lost, hey?


  8. Sue Vincent
    Aug 03, 2018 @ 05:42:17

    I hope she felt the breze at least… x


  9. Iain Kelly
    Aug 03, 2018 @ 12:07:35

    Great action and tension. I wonder what the force field was keeping her locked up for…


    • willowdot21
      Aug 03, 2018 @ 12:18:40

      I believe there had been an alien invasion some 30years ago. All healthy humans of 5yrs to 40yrs were kept as a workforce. The few who collaborated with the aliens got to live in the city where they lived out their lives happily as their memories were wiped.
      Those of work force were kept inside the wood which was surrounded by a force field. Occasionally a brave soul would make a bid for freedom.. occasionally they spent what life they had trying to reach the city time and time again until they died …


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  11. jenanita01
    Aug 05, 2018 @ 08:05:54

    Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.


  12. PaulMTL
    Aug 05, 2018 @ 10:43:56

    I do really like your short stories. As an initiate to blogging and writing I believe the rhythm of your stories to be fun and most educating and the characters re so alive. Thank you for posting. I learn a lot here. P.S. This was the first read of the morning.


  13. notestowomen
    Aug 06, 2018 @ 00:10:34

    Oh, so close…how tragic. What an exciting story. She’s free now, although it’s not in the way she expected.


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