The Friday Muse

The Friday Muse – Runaway

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Relief. It was the first thing to wash over her when she finally stopped running and fell to the ground in the large field behind the church. The world around her nearly spun out of view, but she managed to catch her breath just in time to steady her frantic heartbeat.

The sun was barely skating across the horizon, teasing its way into dusk. The smell of grass and the impending summer night – with its fragrant wildflowers and lemon trees – filled the air around her.

Confident she was safe and alone, she closed her eyes and hid away in the sanctuary of her mind. She could no longer hear the chaos echoing out from the churchyard. Only her heart spoke to her here – and it said that she had done right.

Photo courtesy of Unsplash / Rachael Crowe

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