This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.
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.
#writephoto.
Aug 02, 2018 @ 16:57:33
Nice response, Willow.
Aug 02, 2018 @ 16:58:29
Thank you Robbie 💜, I was looking for then shock factor💜💜
Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:22:02
She nearly made it.
Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:24:08
Sadly she died within centimetres of freedom 💜💜
Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:26:07
Not all stories have a happy ending.
Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:27:11
Sadly they are not
Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:23:37
bugger….
Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:25:04
Bugger? Bugger indeed 💜
Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:36:42
Nice one Willow. So near and yet so far.
Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:12:33
I know even I didn’t know it would be that close! 😀
Aug 02, 2018 @ 17:51:21
You built up the suspense nicely there 🙂
Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:14:29
Thank you I was hoping I could 💜
Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:23:45
🙂
Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:05:28
This is quite tragic sis .. a great response! 😍💜
Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:15:52
Thank you Ritu I was not sure how it would end 💜💝❤️
Aug 02, 2018 @ 19:02:55
😍
Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:07:04
Lost, hey?
Aug 02, 2018 @ 18:18:27
Not lost, imprisoned, and she very nearly escaped before she died. 💜
Aug 03, 2018 @ 05:42:17
Almost…
I hope she felt the breze at least… x
Aug 03, 2018 @ 08:09:08
I fear she didn’t, perhaps that was kinder.💜
Aug 03, 2018 @ 10:24:27
I don’t know which would be the harder…
Aug 03, 2018 @ 11:40:57
To die as she had lived or to taste freedom and then die… It’s a hard one 💜
Aug 03, 2018 @ 15:19:55
Death itself may be freedom.
Aug 03, 2018 @ 15:20:40
That is exactly what I was thinking 💜
Aug 03, 2018 @ 12:07:35
Great action and tension. I wonder what the force field was keeping her locked up for…
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 …
Aug 03, 2018 @ 14:23:51
Great back story 🙂
Aug 03, 2018 @ 14:12:47
I just threw it together for you 😱
Aug 05, 2018 @ 08:05:54
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
Aug 05, 2018 @ 08:25:18
Thank you so much 💜🌹
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.
Aug 05, 2018 @ 14:16:08
Thank you it so nice to hear that you enjoy these stories. Welcome to the bloggestpher you will find us all a friendly bunch. 😉
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.
Aug 06, 2018 @ 07:04:45
Yes she finally made it out 💜
Aug 09, 2018 @ 08:34:14
Thank you Sue 💜