You grab my cold rough hands and haul me from my bed. Your fingers wrap around my arm as you drag me out of the warmth of my blankets. Into the stabbing cold air we run. Our hushed voices scattered in the air as we run for the dark forest. Mother holds him tightly to her chest as she runs, her shoes tearing away from her feet. She soars through the air, flashes of moonlight hit her shoulders. We trip over roots and thoughts of returning to the fields. You grab my hand and run faster. Faster and faster, we run to escape the white whips, we run for him, we run for his soft hands.
About the Creator
Somebody
Just somebody
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie4 days ago in Motivation
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