Rosemary Borland

Mercy

The rain was so thick that Mercy kept inhaling water as she gasped for breath. She’d never run this long or this hard in her life. She wondered if they’d noticed she was gone yet. Would they come after her in this rain? They would be on horses. How quickly would they catch up to her? The world was growing darker and darker grey all around her. She couldn’t run through these trees at night. She stopped and dropped to her knees for a moment getting mud stains all over her brand new dress that she’d been excited to receive that morning.