Stay in motion, stay in motion. Two breaths in (stay in), two breaths out (motion) to the rhythm of her feet as she jogged. The scrape of her sneakers on the gravel by the side of the deserted road was the only sound that cut through the dawn, apart from her breathy chant.
Was her morning jog a precursor to running away? Life at home was worthy of escape. All the insults, the yelling, the hitting. She knew it was only a matter of time.
Stay in motion, stay in motion. One day, she thought, she would not go back.
3 thoughts on “In Motion – 100 words”
makes me wanna know of her story.
Some of these short stories I write, I’m tempted to continue. 🙂
please do 😀👍🏼