3/29/22 Chased

 Chased

I run as fast as I can, but it is quicker. I can hear his growls growing ever closer, but my feet cannot pull me away. Fear is all I feel, I run because I must, I can’t let him catch me. The hazardous muddy ground tries and tries to trip me up, to make me fall prey to the beast.

His stride quickens and I try to increase mine but I am already running as fast as I can go. I debate whether I should try and turn to hide, but looking around there is nowhere to go. I am stuck, running in a straight line, hoping maybe the beast will stop his pursuit. Sadly I know that my endurance will give out long before his.

I start to lose hope, knowing he will catch me eventually. What is the point of running if I’ve already lost? My breathing grows ever heavier and I feel my legs slowly collapsing. I can’t do it, I can’t run a single step farther. I fall to the ground, exhaustion flows through every fiber of my being.

I have lost. The beast quickly pounces on top of me. I stare up at his sharp fangs that are quickly approaching me. I squint, ready for the pain and tiredness to all go away. Instead of sharp teeth I am met with a wet tongue. The large dog rapidly licks my face, taking off all the sweat I had just built up.

Once he is satisfied there isn’t a drop of sweat left on my face, the dog runs off, leaving me alone on the ground, confused, but happy to be alive.


The End

3/29/22


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