Escape

[Brittanni]

Hermia's Gold

There is something about fear that sets the body on fire yet the arteries to ice. It rings in the ears. It expands yet collapses the lungs. The simple soft touch of a light summer breeze fires off the nerves as if one had just been punched in the gut. No longer was she aware why she needed to run; the need to get away and forget long since had kicked in. Driving her forward. Funny how the brain works: picking what to remember, what to forget. Safety always the number one priority.
Thus she flew into the peaceful meadow like a rabbit from the jaws of a wolf. A complete contradiction. She was drenched in sweat. Tail held high. Pupils wide allowing to observe every flick of motion. Nostrils flared. Lungs heaving for more oxygen. More oxygen.
Every last hair stood on end, or what was left of her hair. Coat was trimmed to a show ready short, whiskers forgotten somewhere behind for demon’s intention of beauty. Patches of what was left of her summer coat still clinging to her body.
Something finally registered that at last she might be a secure distance off. The energy of grazing horses and flirting birds penetrating through a hazy mind. She stumbled to rake, then a stepping pace then abruptly to a standstill as if suddenly there was a 10 foot wall in front of her. With every muscle tense for action she stood, head high, four legs spread wide apart, blue eyes observing the scene around her as if seeing godzilla. Her brain still cloudy, pounding, fighting off drugs that blurred her memory.