Friday, August 17, 2012

Blog Flash Day #17: Graveyard





Miranda fought to catch her breath, hands on her chest; she had not meant to fall asleep.  The sun had started to set off in the distance and her book lay at her side.  “Bloody hell.”  She could remember the nightmare so vividly, how her heart raced as she ran through an old graveyard with multiple assailants behind her. 
Looking back she could only see the shadows as they pursued.  Tripping and falling, she could still feel the fresh dirt from disturbed ground on her skin as she looked up at her own tombstone. 

(94 Words)

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful twist at the end! Great use of the 'Graveyard' prompt!

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