What was that???

Copyright Erin Leary

Copyright Erin Leary

The dew was making the grass stick to the bottom of her feet as she ran the length of the fence.

The coolness of the ground felt good to her cut and scraped feet.

She had no idea how long she had been running.

There had to be a house or farm or something at the end where she could get help.

She stopped , took a breath and listened.

Only the sound of her heart pounding and labored breath was in her ears.

Maybe it was no longer back there. She took a quick look over her shoulder….


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41 thoughts on “What was that???

  1. Dear Courtney, I know it’s your pen name – and it’s a good one too! I love your story! The tension is thicker than the fog in it – and then CRACK. Awesome writing – really it is! Thanks for the chill up and down my spine! Nan πŸ™‚


  2. The crack at the end . . . Maybe I watch too many WW II movies, but it made me think of someone running from Nazis. I, too, hope it was a splintering stick and not rifle fire.

    (Just a thought – “The dew was making the grass stick to the bottom of her feet” might be stronger if changed to “Dew made the grass stick … ” you’d also have more words then)


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