This is Rochelle’s sixth week hosting Friday Fictioneers and my third week. I am enjoying it so much, and the community/family is unbelievable.
I kept running; glancing over my shoulder often.
If only I could get to one of the tourist streets. There would be people there. My heart pounded in my chest. He would stop chasing, if I could get to the street. I need to get to Main Street.
Tourists would be out, looking at the beautiful lights. I stopped on the sidewalk. The cold air burned my lungs, now that I could breathe regularly again. The man down the street turned to look at me, and shook his head.
Something grabbed me from behind and pulled me into the dark alley.
Total word count: 101