Purple time
I barely turned around the corner of the building when she appeared out the wall. Her nails passed right next to my face and I ducked to avoid her. I ran through the parking lot, hoping not to see anyone there. She came beside me, around the cars, her face puzzled, as if deciding on a car sale.
I looked around and saw the tip of a church. It was too far away but I ran towards it anyway. Along the way was a small park, women with little children having a stroll. I ran between them, narrowly avoiding one little boy with a bicycle. The Erinyes came behind me and stopped.
I stopped too.
My face was contorted in fear. A few of the mothers were watching me puzzled. The little boy was getting on his bike’s seat again and preparing to move away.
I bit my lip.
Getawaygetawaygetawa
