Crunch, crunch, crunch, the leaves rustled underneath my boots as I walked towards the bus stop. The bare trees looked empty without their protection, and I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck.
House keys, firmly in her right hand, she didn’t look back.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, his heavy tread followed.
Bare trees had lost all their protection and now she too was alone. It seemed sensible to save money and get off one bus stop early, now Sheila wasn’t so sure. A rush of air, and with keys firmly between her knuckles she waited for something to happen.
It wasn’t something she was surprised by, and with a quick forward motion she remembered the advice she was given by her uncle. Key, knee and run. Now, as he doubled over, she was able to reach safety in time
Writer Ravenclaw 