If By Night, Follow Three LightsParis, France
She flew down the steps as fast as her feet would move. Go-go-go.
Leapt over the last four. Go.
Landed, heart pounding. Breathing in ragged gasps. Sweat pouring down her back.
She'd been running half the night.
She stopped to think. C'mon, dammit, think!
Focused the wizard's final words, attached so lightly to his last breath.
"If by night, follow three lights."
Looked left... the tunnel was dark.
Spun her head right... counted three lamps... and flung herself back into motion toward them.
She disappeared around the bend, the echoes of her footsteps fading.
The lights quelled - one by one - behind her,
leaving the darkness and silence to cloak her passing.
The red eyes appeared. Still tracking. Still pursuing.
Looking left... then right.
©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)