Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Early Morning Run, a 100 word story

The morning was dark and cold, perfect for running. Well, jogging was not what Mary called it. Still, she enjoyed the early morning hours for the quiet and solitude. As she rounded the edge of the park the heavily wooded trail entrance came into view. It was shadowy and dark but it was still clearly there.

After a few minutes and turns into the wood she felt a sudden steely cold snap tight around her neck. This was instantly accompanied by a wild jerking that lifted Mary off of her feet. In seconds death was closing in around her eyes.

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