Image from Madison Woods
Run! The only thought as she flew down the trail through the forest. It was only after she started to become winded that she noticed the blast of icy wind screaming through the trees. She'd left her favorite red cloak. Her face chapped in the bluster. Her ankles became heavy. None of that mattered; she had to get away as fast as possible. It pursued her but she pushed it out of her mind. The woodsman cleaved by his own axe. The wolf, her grandmother, God please no! She ran but she couldn't escape the memory of murdering them all.