Spring 89, 503
Running, running, she had to keep moving. There was something in her house, something she had to escape. Which direction? Through the village. Little Alea ran past the familiar buildings running as fast as she could, always moving, never stopping. If she stopped it would catch her.
She ran until the land stopped being familiar. She passed all that she had known in her short seven years, and when she ran out of what she remembered, she ran on into what she imagined. The landscape around her became unfamiliar; a model of far-off places that she only saw in her dreams.
She ran through a line of trees, and knew that she was somewhere different than she had been before. But she was still too close to the thing chasing her. She might be okay for a while, but if she stayed still too long, it would catch up!
She noticed then that she was not alone. There was someone else here.
Running, running, she had to keep moving. There was something in her house, something she had to escape. Which direction? Through the village. Little Alea ran past the familiar buildings running as fast as she could, always moving, never stopping. If she stopped it would catch her.
She ran until the land stopped being familiar. She passed all that she had known in her short seven years, and when she ran out of what she remembered, she ran on into what she imagined. The landscape around her became unfamiliar; a model of far-off places that she only saw in her dreams.
She ran through a line of trees, and knew that she was somewhere different than she had been before. But she was still too close to the thing chasing her. She might be okay for a while, but if she stayed still too long, it would catch up!
She noticed then that she was not alone. There was someone else here.