This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto.
Jadis yanked Emme’s arm forward. “We’ve got to get to the next escape passage.”
Emme bent over and put her hands on her knees breathing in fast and hard. After catching her breath, she stood.
He was there. On the hill in the distance. The man with the staff. But he looked–different. He wasn’t thin and frail. He’d changed, but she knew it was him. The man that vowed to kill her. A chill went down her spine. She shivered.
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