31 July 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
His stench in the air was enough to confirm he was still giving chase, even if through the darkness his frame evaded my sight.
Fearing no escape, it was then that I saw them – beacons through the fog – the welcoming sanctuary of the path over the canyon. A perilous track, but what choice did I have.
I spared only a moment’s hesitation before throwing myself to the narrow track, ignoring the warning sign as I braved the swinging turbulence protecting me from the chasm below.
The stench had dissipated in the mist, but I looked ahead; worse was to come.