Freedom
The rain came down in thick, silver ropes, drumming against the sodden earth, pooling in the uneven ground of the moor. The wind howled through the heather, tangling in her wild hair, whipping it across her face. But she didn’t stop to push it back. She simply ran.
Bare feet pounded the mud, water splashing up her legs, cold seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. It clung to her like a second skin, but she barely felt it. She was beyond cold now, beyond exhaustion.
Her breath came in sharp gasps, misting in the damp air. The moor stretched out endlessly before her, a world of shifting fog and wind-torn grass, the horizon swallowed in grey. Behind her, the house was only a memory, a dark thing receding into the storm.
The sky rumbled, the moor stretching on, endless. She didn’t know where she was going. She only knew she was free.
Freedom
The rain came down in thick, silver ropes, drumming against the sodden earth, pooling in the uneven ground of the moor. The wind howled through the heather, tangling in her wild hair, whipping it across her face. But she didn’t stop to push it back. She simply ran.
Bare feet pounded the mud, water splashing up her legs, cold seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. It clung to her like a second skin, but she barely felt it. She was beyond cold now, beyond exhaustion.
Her breath came in sharp gasps, misting in the damp air. The moor stretched out endlessly before her, a world of shifting fog and wind-torn grass, the horizon swallowed in grey. Behind her, the house was only a memory, a dark thing receding into the storm.
The sky rumbled, the moor stretching on, endless. She didn’t know where she was going. She only knew she was free.