The theme of escape ends with this weeks submission for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to the photo prompt. To read more flash fiction or to submit your own please go here. This week’s prompt provided by Connie Gayer (Mrs. Russell)
I ran like beelzebub himself was chasing me. I ran until my breath gave out. I could hear myself panting as I fell to my knees. Then I heard something else. It was a crunch as a boot came down on the glow necklace that must have fallen from my neck. Without hesitating I rolled into a ditch and tried to take cover under some tumbleweed. I could hear his breathing as he got closer. He dragged me kicking and screaming from my hiding place. That was the last anyone heard of me.
word count: 97