It’s Friday again! And this is my 99th post, so I’m in a celebratory mood. I’ll have to think up something exciting and hundred-worthy to say on Monday. Watch this space!
In the meantime, here is the picture from Madison’s blog, courtesy this week of Amanda Grey. I hope you like what I did with it – sorry, probably a bit of artistic licence taken on the geography.
Breakout
He’d been running for hours. The moor was undulating and rough – he’d already caught his feet in any number of rabbit holes, but none big enough to hide the box he carried, let alone his weary body.
The rundown shack glowed red in the light of the setting sun. Momentarily, it seemed his salvation, but he knew it was a trap. Standing proud and bold on the empty landscape, it would beckon his pursuers – the most obvious place to run. The box shifted in his hands. He couldn’t afford to stop. He turned and ran, towards the burning horizon.
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