The Tree House - 02
Ξ March 24th, 2008 | → 2 Comments | ∇ Essay |
Running. Running through a forest of dark trees. Branches grasping and scratching at his face and arms. Running. The occasional thorn setting in his flesh and ripping. The burn of nettles against his forearms as he bursts into a clearing. He can taste the blood on his lips. Sweat is burning his eyes. His lungs are on fire, ready to explode. The man has almost caught him. He can hear his breathing and the sprinting steps behind him. Terna is too afraid to look back, to take his eyes off the terrain in front of him. Terna knows that he has to clear the fence, it’s his only chance to escape the grasp of his pursuer. The distance to the fence shrinks. The barb wire and rusted metal grid is difficult to see, even for Terna. He only knows it is there because the undergrowth that has grown up over it. Terna presses harder, readying himself for the leap. 20 feet to go. 10 feet. 5 feet. The man is right upon him. He jumps up and forward into a roll as his body clears the fence. The toe of his boot snags on the fence as his body levers toward the ground. He violently tries to free his foot from the fence as the man’s hand takes hold of his boot. (more…)