Dont dream too high, Things might crash down before u get a chance to fly!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
the title is pretty much self explanatory!:)
Criticism is highly welcome:)

Submitted: March 12, 2010

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With each step she pushed herself harder, pushed herself faster. She had to be able to outrun her pursuers but her legs were failing her. The sound of her ragged breath and pounding feet was all that she could hear in the ark tunnel. Should she dare hope she had outrun them or maybe the echoes had tricked them into taking a wrong turn. But no! She could feel them coming for her. Run faster! She commanded her self but it was no use. Her legs collapsed and she lay there curled up whimpering with fear. Maybe coming through the tunnels was not a good choice. What if they knew better shortcuts than she did? But it was much better than running through the open fields where there was no place to hide and the moon lighted every nook and no shadows were left uninterrupted. Her body screamed at her as she tried to stand up. Bearing the pain she got up and made her way forward. She knew exactly when the tunnel ended and the sewage started and soon her feet were numb due to the mush and freezing water. Urging her body to go on she tried bringing up memories of her happy childhood………….. The time when the fields were green and when her parents hadn’t gotten that haunted look in their eyes. She remembered that particular time when her father had taken her for a picnic. All morning she had hung out in the kitchen watching her mother as she had overloaded the picnic basket. They had swum in the cool lake water and chased each other round the large expanse of grassy fields. That day evening had come too quickly and they had begged their father to stay put longer. A sharp pain in her right foot brought her painfully back to the present. She realized she had once more entered the tunnels but unlike last time this was unfamiliar territory and fear made another lump in her throat. Not only was she lost but she was dead certain her pursuers were catching up on her. If only she could rest a little and have some water to drink. She had eaten the last of her rations last night which comprised of half a granola bar and 3 sips of water. Now her childhood feasts came back to haunt her. She remembered the time her father had gotten lucky and brought home a boar from one of his hunts. She could still see her dad coming in through the front door totally exhausted and sweating heavily but proudly dragging the dead boar behind him. Her mother had let out a squeal of excitement and they had made him tell the story of his hunt countless times in the course of the next few weeks. Her mother had fussed in the kitchen on how to cook it and by outing in as much effort as her father had pulled off a brilliant feast which filled the table top. She remembered the get together her grandmother used to organize for the whole family every year. The elders would sit and talk for hours on end while the youngsters would run around and have a jolly good time. The dinner would a master piece and everyone stuffed themselves to their fullest while her grandma would beam around obviously pleased not only at the compliments but at the peaceful tranquility of the environment. The relaxed atmosphere came to her now and she felt a wry smile lift her lips. How ironic to see that that exact atmosphere was ruined by her grandma’s legacy. The anger surfaced once more and the burst of energy she took out by running faster. Gradually it drained away leaving her alone to her thoughts. She felt cheated of her life. She shouldn’t have to run away like this for her life. What ever happened to live however you want to? Hadn’t she worked hard enough all though her school and college years just to whoever she wanted to be when she grew old enough. Hadn’t she saved since she was 10 for her college fee? Overwhelmed by self pity, despair and exhaustion she sank down to the ground once more. Soon her memories once more took over her mind and in the darkness everything became a swirl of color as she lost consciousness and faded out.


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