Photo Prompt by Dawn Miller


SCARED by S Mehr


My vision’s a blur and I’m shaking in a cold sweat. ‘Deep breaths,’ I repeat. I can see the red barn. Not far now. I keep blinking while my shaking hand flicks strands of hair from over my eyes. A musky smell fills the air. Eyes widen. My hand drips all the way down to the elbow, I’m soaked with blood. My glance lowers. Toes squish the warm bloodied mud I’m standing in. What’s going on? I’m shaking and my mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
A hand falls on my shoulder. I turn.
“Why did you stop? Keep running!”


Friday fictioneers

21 February 2020

32 thoughts on “SCARED

  1. Brilliant fiction, Susan! 👏 You have great ability to express all the physical reactions, the anxiety, the blood, the mysterious hand on the narrator’s shoulder… I think this vibrant text would be a fantastic beginning for a novel, a thriller. Have you considered this?

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