Note: Thanks for all the well wishes about hurricane Sandy. We suffered mild damage in the form of a bad installation of a brand new sliding glass door. It actually rained inside the door and outside. I wish I thought of taking video, but all we could do was attack it with towels. We got off quite lucky compared to the devastation not too far away. Thanks for your prayers and good wishes.
Now, without further ado…Five minutes on the clock. Go!
Melanie’s cold hand did little to soften the trampling beat of her heart. The bark of the tree behind her scraped her skin through her thin cotton t-shirt. Still, she struggled to become one with it … to hide.
A branch snapped in the darkness, stealing her breath. Immobilized, she squinted into the brush. Where had the sound come from? Silence played with her mind, and she imagined the tree’s limbs growing, clutching clawing, and a breath behind her. But that’s impossible!
A shriek penetrated the night, and she pushed from the tree. Her shirt caught and ripped, the sound a quick zip in the night as she darted into the darkness.
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