I watch as you process my words. Your eyes widen and jaw slackens. Sweat beads on your brow.
You slowly back away, head shaking from side to side.
Your chest heaves, shoulders quake as fear restrict lungs that gasp for pine scented air.
Your eyes dart wildly around as you desperately try to remember which way the road is. Which way safety lies. Even if you knew, you wouldn’t make it, but it will be fun to watch you try.
You pivot and run through the trees.
Coming ready or not.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.