text: Rue  Wayles Hightail 
   
   
     
   They’re after me. Boots on, gun cocked. 
   Click .  
   Slam down the fire escape and flee into the alley for darkness. 
   Splash . 
   Ignore the pelting of miasma as I dash too close to the clogged gutters. Slither hither, slink thither, ensconced within the shadows, my velvety refuge. 
   Whoosh . 
   Cloak accidentally grazes against brick and debris, scaring an emaciated cat. 
   Meeeoowww . 
   Somewhere in the distance, an owl howls like a coyote in response. 
   Unexpected dead end: fight or flight, hide or seek? 
   Clack . 
   Her stealthy stilettos hit uneven asphalt, betraying their proximity. I turn around to face her for one last time… 
   Bang ! 
   
   
   Text: Copyright 2011 Rue Wayles All rights reserved. Publication Date: September 25th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-gothic.rue