This story was originally over 100 words. I cut it down once for another site to 100 words and I just cut it down to a 50 word story.
By Teresa Dean Smeigh
copyright November 2015
Heather can barely see through the fog. She stops, hides behind a tree and hears nothing. Maybe he has given up chasing her.
The tug on her ponytail pulls her head back exposing her throat. She looks into his face and has only a moment to realize it is over.