Microfiction Monday #71 & #25

Microfiction Monday is back. Here's the photo:


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.