Five Sentence Fiction – Edge


The fog had risen, dark and cold, so thick it was as if the Earth no longer existed, other than the loose shale on which I stood. I’d gotten turned around in the chase, but I could still hear her out there, pursuing me. Each step she took with her ponderous claws crushed more stone into gravel, and still she moved on, and on, and on. I had to run, and run fast; running was life, indecision was death. She howled, close and to my right, and I broke left, sprinting into the fog and off the cliff.


One Response to “Five Sentence Fiction – Edge”

  1. Very engaging and wondering where you are and how you got into that predicament ;-O

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