The exit was always just out of reach. Often she caught sight of the back of a shambling form following her. It resembled the back of her own head.
It couldn’t be.
Could it?
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Here's the twenty-fifth picture:
Here's my response:
Together they were a great team. They always won each and every race. Try as they might, the greyhounds never quite caught up with them.
4 comments:
*faces forward and shudders after looking over shoulder for the umpteenth time* Day in the life, Dave, day in the life...
P.S. Love this wacko-wonderful take of yours!
Love the idea of microfiction. Great stories.
I like this--scary and creepy at the same time! Great job this week. Cheers~
I was late to party this time around, so thank you all the more for reading.
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