Twittering Tales 95 Raindrops on Glass – 31 July 2018

This is for Kat Myrman‘s Twittering Tales prompt. Rules and Pingback Here.

Rain on the window.

Just another day she thought as she watched the rain on the window. Another coffee she decided. Why not there was no rush, no point trying to get out. It never worked he always found her and brought her back.
People out there in the rain living their lives. Unaware of her plight.

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How Long

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How long have I been running I just do not know, across this dark landscape that I hate so. Is there an end in sight will the fear leave me and will there at the end be light.

I reach the edge of a huge corn field the corn is high and the ears move in the wind they sway and wield. Dare I run dare I move. Will I ever find a balm my soul to sooth.

Crouching in the long grass by the stream I pray and pray I shall wake one day and find this has all been a dream. Once again I hear the approach of the dark soul who on my mind does encroach.

Too late I up and run I feel his hot breath at my back I enter the corn  and I dash  to the light but speed I lack. I feel his nails scratching at me my legs like lead will not carry me. I see the light but it moves away too far too far he mockingly says.

I fall hard and dash my knee too late too late he is upon me.Fear is closing up my throat he has me now I can see his eyes gloat. Just when I can take no more my mind gives out and I fall into the black as I have a thousand times before.

I awake and all is quiet I pull myself up and immediately feel the need for flight.  How long have I been running I just do not know, across this dark landscape that I hate so.