#117 Chasing the Sun

by Margaret Sagri

Melissa loved early summer mornings.

Hopping out of bed, she strode over to the window. Her heart lifted as she saw the light red glow over the eastern skyline.

Within minutes she’d changed into jeans and sweatshirt, splashed cold water on her face and hastily brushed her teeth. Every minute counted.

Camera slung over her shoulder, Melissa hurried out of the house. The streets were deserted as she made her way, full of anticipation, to the nearby lake.

Admiring the crimson reflection on the surface of the serene water, Melissa raised the camera to her eye and clicked her first shot. Pure, fresh air filled her nostrils. Smiling to herself, she focused for another photo.

The hand came from behind. She couldn’t breath. Couldn’t scream.

She felt the camera slip from her hands, heard the deafening crash as it fell with her to the ground. Her head landed hard on the asphalt, sending colours spinning as her eyes took in the cracked lens close to her face.

A heavy body pressed her down. Rapacious fingers tore at her clothes, frantic gasps of breath penetrated the air around her.

“Nooooo!” screamed Melissa. Her pain-stricken face contorted as she wretched the fleshy hand from her mouth. Her elbow shot behind her, spearing his stomach, forcing him to double over in pain. Her head spun as she freed herself from under him. Gasping for breath she staggered to her feet.

Her heart pounding thunderously, Melissa didn’t perceive the magnificent sunrise as she ran.


Bruce Roush said...

Chilling and scary-Good job, Margaret.

Margaret said...

Thank you very much, Bruce.

SzélsőFa said...
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SzélsőFa said...

i loved how much energy and movement is expressed here without sharing too much and being boring.

Flutterby said...

Good for Melissa!

Aniket Thakkar said...

If Bedi read this, he'd be worried sick about your morning photo-jogs!

I always have a hard time writing action scenes. You've done it effortlessly here. Good to read you as always Margaret.

Margaret said...

SzélsöFa & Flutterby, thank you!

Margaret said...

@ Aniket
Maybe it's just as well that Bedi's not into reading my stuff. :)

Thanks a million, glad you enjoyed it!

Sarah Hina said...

Wow, I didn't expect this, Margaret.

Wonderful switch from tranquil meditation to gut-wrenching terror.

Margaret said...

Sarah - thank you so much for your support. You always give me the feeling that my writing is better than it actually is.
Thank you for that. :)

Catherine Vibert said...

Wow, I somehow sense myself as the main character here! LOL. I love this story, was that a bear? How could you know that I fear a bear encounter out in these here woods. This is just wonderful, I love your writing and where you've been taking it. Awesome!