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Friday, September 23, 2011

September dribbles - 23


Liz checked her watch; she’d miss her curfew if she didn’t rush; ran for the trees. Twigs crackled underfoot. Cobwebbed leaves brushed her face. Then she froze. Sharp rustling; whispered crunch; Liz drew breath and fled.

Footsteps pounded behind her; distant street-lights shone ahead; hand on her shoulder; curfew missed.

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