The fog-shrouded meadow at the edge of the woods was
quiet. I paused, supporting myself
by placing my hand on the rough bark of the nearest tree and peered out at the tranquil
space before me. Taking slow even
breaths to ease my rapidly beating heart, I breathed in the musty scent of
vegetation. I tipped my head to
listen, straining to hear any sounds of pursuit.
Only the drip of water and the scamper of little feet were
heard. With a sigh of relief I
brushed my tangled hair back from my face. For the moment I was safe.
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