Forest Run

You can run, but you can’t hide — A short story

Photo by Sebastian Unrau on Unsplash

Branches clawed at my arms as I rushed through the woods. Wet leaves, slick beneath my feet, made it hard to run. I slipped, my knees crashing into the hard ground.

I sucked in a deep breath, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out as pain shot up my leg. I scrambled back to my feet, limping as I continued to try and run.