She hated this part of the path. The branches caved in above her head, as though pushing her down. She pulled her hood closer around her head, as the fog grew denser.

She cursed herself inside. She should never have decided to take the walk through the forest. Should have taken the path along the road, illuminated by the street lights. But of course she was late again. Late and too lazy to take the safer path. She hurried faster, knowing that her dad would be annoyed that she was late yet again.

A sudden strange noise made her look sharply to the right. Were those eyes staring at her through the fog? She couldn’t tell.

She picked up her pace.

Seconds later, she was grabbed from behind, a large hand covering her mouth to stop her strangled scream from reaching her lips. She heard a soft laugh, then she lost consciousness.

© 2016

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6 responses to “Late”

  1. This is really good. We all fear this will happen but you have managed to put it in words.

    1. I hope this doesn’t happen to anyone! It’s not always the best idea to take a path through the woods alone.. Even if we’re late, sometimes it’s better to be safe than sorry.
      Thank you for your kind words 🙂

      1. You’re welcome 🙂 I look forward to what you will write next *thumbs up*

  2. Neat opening. Lots of opportunities for taking the story in unexpected directions. Hope you find a few! 😉

    1. Thank you! I originally was thinking it was just a piece of flash fiction, but now you mention it, I can think of quite a few ways this could pan out… 😛

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