Dead Fish

I was running, running as fast as my little legs could carry me, which actually was not that fast. It was dark. I could not see a single thing in front of me, which is not ideal for a quick getaway. I saw the opportunity to escape my captors and took it. Now, I was stuck in the middle of the forest with no light source and no food or water, while getting chased by three, angry men with guns. Yup life was great. They were getting closer; I could hear their movements getting louder. I couldn’t keep up the pace much longer and so I turned towards a big tree and sat next to it where I would be hidden from view by the bushes that surround it. I quieted my breath. They got closer. My breath quickened. One of them stood 5 feet from where I sat. Very close. Too close. He turned. Scoured the bushed with his beady eyes. I stayed as still as I could, hoping he doesn’t see me. He looked down. I looked down. He smiled and looked right at me. Tears rolled down my face as I glanced at my bright-colored shoelaces sticking out. I was as lucky as a dead fish. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, here I come.