Flight

Desert at Night by Ann Manly http://www.annmanly.com

She was running. She didn’t know where to, or from. She was just running. Like an animal, chased. Yet there was no one following her. At least no one she could hear or see. There was a sense of danger emanating from behind her. A menace she had to get away from or it would swallow her whole, reduce her to nothing. It was a feeling that pervaded every stone around her. She tried to remember. But what lay behind was almost as dark as the night that surrounded her. Read More