Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet.
White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another.
Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left.
Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right.
How did I get here? How do I get out?
She rounds a corner and glances over her shoulder.
Liquid seeps between her toes.
She lifts one shoe. Blood drips off the toe.
Up ahead, lies a woman.
Dressed like her.
Hands fly to her throat; they find the source.
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This weeks’ photo prompt © Jan Marler Morrill
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