Nano 8 – Flight

His heart was pounding more swiftly than his feet hit the earth, lunging forward stride by stride. Sweat dripped down his temples, trickled down his spine, drenched his palms. Each rasping breath propelled him away from the danger behind. But the breaths were coming shorter, harsher, as he struggled to keep moving.

A glance behind showed the darkness that wasn’t darkness creeping ever closer. His body trembled with the fear that snapped at his heels, and he stumbled. His lower half froze, his upper half continued, right into the ground. A mouthful of dirt, and his final flight had ended.