Running for His Life

Nathan pressed his body up tight to the building trying to gasp for air as he hid in the moonlit shadows. “Why me?” he thought as they were rounding another corner. They were about to turn the corner right where Nathan was standing, he bolted hoping they would not hear…too late they were in fast pursuit right at his heals. Sweat was dripping down his body as Nathan’s lungs heaved from the chase. He knew if he did not find a place to hide, he was lost. “Why did I take that shortcut through that alley?”

BEEP BEEEEP

Too late, Nathan hit the truck and rolled over the cab, determined not to let that stop him though his one arm felt as though it were putty from the impact. As Nathan was pulling himself off the ground, he saw that the truck passing stopped them. “Hide, must hide!” was all Nathan could think of. “If I can make it a little farther I will be at the shipping yard, I just may have a chance,” Nathan thought as his lungs were on fire.

The clouds now covering the moon, Nathan knew favor was on his side, as he continued taking turn after turn hoping to lose those two. Once in the shipping yard he hid in a large cargo bin. He waited for what seemed an eternity, until he heard footsteps near him “Oh, no! They’re coming back. How can’t I lose them?” He questioned as he saw one walking right for him.

“Miss me?” He asked

“NOOOOO!!!!” Nathan screamed out knowing the inevitable would happen.

“Nathan! Nathan! Wake up, it was just a dream!” his wife Shelly assured him.

As he looked around, he realized it was only a dream, as he wiped the sweat from his face



Word Count: 300

~Katherine Kumriclim~

Created for the Daily Flash Fiction Challenge
Needed to include “Oh, no! They’re coming back."