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Flash in the Pan: Backward

Stella stumbled through the darkness holding her broken heels in her hand, grimacing at the pain in her feet from the cuts. Exhaustion could be felt in her bones, but she could not stop. The barking told her the dogs were getting closer.


The team of dogs would attack at the sight of her. It was their only job in this life, the trainer had done well. The woods were the one place she would never be able to hide they knew them backward and forwards.


Stella had learned a lot since leaving her privileged lifestyle behind. The shot knocked her backward onto the ground but the silence of the dogs was worth it.


Why is she running through the woods, in the dark in heels? Why are the dogs chasing her? Where did she find the gun?
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Red said…
She finally got away from a conniving husband who owns all of everything. Privilege was not all it was cracked up to be.
xxx
August 22, 2013 at 4:26 PM
Laurie said…
I suppose sometimes the prices of privilege is rather high.
xxx
August 24, 2013 at 9:32 AM
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