On the Run

Photo © C.E.Ayr

She kept to the back alleys, afraid that he would find her. This wasn’t the first time she had run away from him.  He was a monster.  Her clothes covered the bruises on her arms and body.  She suspected that she was pregnant but was afraid to go to a hospital or clinic to make sure.  Hunger plagued her but she dared not go to an eatery.  And she didn’t want to beg.  She still had her pride.  It was getting dark.  She had to find somewhere safe to spend the night.  Ahead of her, she saw the Paris Metro.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

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