Running Away


Yesterday, I asked for story ideas on Facebook. I received a few suggestions and this story was born.  It’s not my best work, but I did write this in less than twenty-four hours. That has to be slightly impressive.  Hopefully, it’s not too terrible.


When I was a little girl, you should’ve seen me run. I could sprint from my front porch to the corner in less than a minute. I could outrun all the boys in my grade, but that didn’t stop them from challenging me during recess. My parents and teachers had a difficult time keeping up with me, and it made me feel powerful; I was a kid who could beat the adults at something. Continue reading