Your feet pound over the forest floor, leaves whispering as you scatter them. Your laughter gets caught in the wind and carried away like a distant memory, and your pulse raises and your heart sores. You run until the trees blur, not knowing where you’re going and not caring
You are free. You are the wind in the trees, the birds in the air, the water in the river. You are unstoppable, you are free. Soaring, racing, flowing.
You burst through the trees into the sunlight, your laughter ringing in the open air, and see a familiar woman.
Horrorshow about 9 years ago
I like the pace of this drabble. Well crafted, Jane.
Anjhelikah about 9 years ago
I love this :)
Jonathan Mills about 9 years ago
1 small thing - think it should be "your heart soars" and not "sores". Otherwise, a very well written and entertaining piece, well done.
Jane about 9 years ago
Thank you Jonathan, I will be sure to fix that!