Flash Fiction: Running Away
© Juan Brenner
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
Night rolled in on a thick cloud cover, dimming the horizon with frightening speed. I was suddenly suspicious of the dry weeds that scratched my calves, as if shadow could change nature, and reveal otherworldly, sinister intention.
Then, a sound. A horse's bray? Confused, I wandered forward, using the last of a fading twilight to scan my surroundings.
A mottled, dark mare strode into my line of vision.
Where did you come from?
I noticed that his snout trailed a broken rope.
So, you, too, are an escape artist?
He looked at me as though he had been waiting. And somehow, I trusted that he would lead me home.
