Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!


49. Running



          The mist was heavy. Moonlight shown through, making the whole scene rather eerie. Elena pressed her face against the car window, listening to the soft sounds of the radio as her father drove silently on. She breathed a circle on the glass and drew a smiley face, her fingers making squeaking sounds on the glass. She turned to see if her father had noticed, but he was too deep in thought.
          The drove deeper into the forest, Elena wondering if she would ever see a real road again. She held a pillow close to her chest and closed her eyes, wishing she was back in her own room. Her father had simply come into her room and told her they needed to go. He didn't explain anything, just said to pack a bag and get in the truck.
          They did move around a lot, but never on this short of notice. Elena's father had a career that had them hopping around the country several times a year. Something was wrong this time, but he hadn't said anything. She breathed evenly into the pillow, thinking about what it might be.
          The solid note of a coyote's howl sent shivers up her spine. She turned to her father, hoping for some assistance, but he just starred onward into the darkness.
          Finally, the truck came to a stop in front of an old log cabin. Elena wanted to ask what was going on, but something in her dad's face made her stay silent. She slid out of her side of the vehicle, still clutching the pillow to her chest. The air smelled damp, as if it had just rained. The moon was high above the trees now, but its light was only a sliver comfort.
          The tailgate of the truck slammed closed and Elena's father came over to her, handing her her own bag. He continued his silent vigil, putting a finger over his lips, indication she should do the same.
          The key was under the welcome mat. He slid it into the lock and leaned on the door. It opened with a soft creak. After she stepped in, he closed the door, locked it, and flipped on the lights.
          It was a simple layout: two chairs, a fireplace, a stove and oven, and a hallway to the bedrooms. He set his bag down and sighed.
          "It's ok, Elly," he stated. "We're safe now."
          "Can you tell me what's going on then?" she asked, looking up from the pillow.
          "No," he replied quickly. "Not yet, Elly. I'll tell you tomorrow. Get some rest now, ok?"
          With that she grumbled, but headed down the hall and flopped herslef on the large bed. Oh well, she was tired enough. She supposed tomorrow was better anyway.

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