Oh my this is unexpectedly lovely and engaging…
Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday! Every Friday I will post some of my writing.
Here is this Friday’s:
Her arms pumped, carrying her really, because her legs felt like jelly. Her heart was a boomerang inside her chest. Sweat clung to her brow, dripping down her forehead and threatening her eyesight. Her backpack and her feet hitting the pavement was the only sound that gave her away. Her shirt clung to her back and stomach, sticky, annoying, itchy. She wished she could take it off, let her body breathe.
Thick, wet steps thudded behind her, and her pace nearly doubled because holy shit, there was more than one person following her. Nearly too late, did she vault over a gate, grab a flag pole, and swing herself on top of the closest roof. Darting between buildings and alleys was giving her pursuers an advantage.
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