She darts between trees, jumps ditches and clambers up slopes; her tear-drenched face ashen with fear.
She’s dizzy, trembling, tripping, but mercifully distancing herself from the shack in which she was imprisoned for as long as her messed-up mind can recall.
She outwitted him. Just once, but once was enough.
For a moment happier thoughts fill her mind but spill as she trips and tumbles into a muddy pool.
She tries to catch her breath. She can’t. She gasps, thumps her chest. Breathe, breathe.
Gradually her shaking slows, tears stop flowing. Serenity.
‘Free at last’ whispers the breeze as her soul drifts heavenward.
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