Sacrifice | A 100 Word Story

#710 | XIX The Sun - Eleonora | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot

“We must hurry, Peter. The beast will find us—why have you stopped?” Peter tried to catch his breath. They had been running for a long time and their reason didn’t seem to be behind them, from what he could see.

“I must rest. If I keep going I will surely collapse and there will be no hope for me. Or you, for that matter.”

She eyed him curiously. Surely, he didn’t think she would allow a man to slow her down? She saw movement in the grass. Out of necessity, she punched Peter out cold and continued to run.

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