19 April 2012
He ran. Gaining speed, he daren't look back. Where were they? Maybe he had lost them, after all it was a very busy street. He was tempted into a quick glance over his shoulder. Nothing. Just a few people giving him odd looks. He certainly wasn't dressed for running.
He turned his head back around, and collided into a woman carrying her shopping. Food went everywhere, a yogurt pot exploding inches from his feet. He had no time to help, despite the woman loudly voicing her displeasure in a very ill-mannered fashion.
Suddenly, footsteps. Heavier and quicker than the rest. They were right behind him, close enough to smell him. He felt a clammy hand on his shoulder. This was it. It was over.
His pursuer retracted his hand and uttered the word he had been dreading to hear. 'Tag'
Misc • Opuss № I