Thanks to Di from pensitivity101 for helping to keep #writephoto up and running. Peace to her and to Sue! Enjoy and write on! :
She walked quickly, the leaves noisy under her sneakers. The trail was turning up ahead and she didn’t understand why this part of the path looked so unfamiliar. Where were the other runners? She started to feel some unease. Was someone following her? Was someone watching her from behind the autumn trees. Her pace was quickening in conjunction with her heart rate. She tried to convince herself that she was causing the anxiety, that her mind was doing all the manipulating. But the feeling was too real. She glanced down at her phone. No service. What now? She no longer felt safe, she felt very afraid. Her slow jog turned into run when her mind started thinking about the serial killers who did these things on purpose.
They say to go with it. I’m trying. Why is this going in slow motion? What was I thinking anyhow? Did I really need to run that fast up the stairs. Damn carpeting. I told Bruce the wood was better. I guess Bruce was thinking of me at a time like this. Carpet is softer. How will I land? I don’t want to get hurt. Go with it. Let it happen. It hurts less.