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.
A puddle?
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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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Tell your story, inspired by the photo prompt, in 100 words (or less)! Read more or add your own story to the collection by clicking the blue frog button.
This weeks’ photo prompt © Jan Marler Morrill
Thanks for reading and happy trails!
The Mom Who Runs: 
exciting
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Dear Sara,
This doesn’t bode well for her. The tension is tangible.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle! No, I’m afraid it did not bode well for her at all! Happy trails! 😃
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Oh that was a sinister out-of-body sensation.. chilling despite the heat.
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Thanks, Bjorn, for reading and your comment! So glad you got the feel of the story, and temperature! I creeped myself out a little in writing it! 🙃
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This was a great build and reveal within just a few lines, really enjoyed it!
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Thanks so much, Sam, for your read, kind words and for following the blog! I hope you continue to enjoy it!!
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