He was running through a blur of white and bleak wilderness. He tried to concentrate but his concern was to work out who was chasing him. He knew they carried hard-wood clubs etched smooth from various clobbering campaigns.
This was already the 9th time this month.
He put all his energy in the escape and sprinted ahead. The ground was frosted over and it was difficult to accelerate further ….. he stumbled over the tree-stump that he knew was there.
I should dream of situations I like …. not running for my life – he thought.
Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.