Molly raced through the waves of green grass knowing
her time was growing short. The sun was painting
the sky in reds, oranges and yellows.
She had to make it, she had no choice.
Life was harsh on the lowlands but she wouldn’t want to live any place
else. She had misjudged how far she had
traveled this morning. A simple, yet
deadly mistake. If she didn’t hurry, not
only would she lose the game she had hunted but also the fruits and plants she
had foraged. She refused to think about
the other thing she’d lose. She had to
stay focused and run faster. She knew it
wasn’t much further. She’d traveled this
path so many times over the years that she could run in the pitch of night but
of course that was when the catangers were out.
A howl sent a shiver down her spine.
The colors were fading behind the blanket of black. She crested the hill and saw the village
below. She took a final deep breath
before plunging into the headlong rush to carry her to the safety of her home
nestled below in the flood of lights and sounds.
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