I’m Next

My heart thudded in my chest, pounding my ears. Legs searing across the ground as they rocketed forward, cutting into the alleyway cradled between the Bakery and Sheriff’s Office. The cinnamon spiked the air, intoxicating my thoughts and stinging the tips of my nose. Lungs already burning cold in my throat desperately draw cups of air to fuel the ache in my chest and legs. Heaving in the heavy spice only split my conscience even more. The echoes of feet pounded behind, heavy breathing of the pursuer growling in contempt. Just as they would never stop to grab me, I would never stop to let them. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, knew they would come after me unremittingly. If they got me I would be next, and I cannot, will not be next! I can’t, please God don’t abandon me today!

Leaping up my hands seized the top of the chain fence, nearly tearing my shoulders in half as I swiftly hauled over it. I can hear them slamming against the barrier, the fence rattling from the impact, they almost touched the rim of my pants. That was too close, but knowing them I’ve only stalled their plans.

With a gulp of air, I pelted away and into the back lot of the Sherriff’s, I could even catch the bemused look on his face as he lifted that scarlet mug to his bearded face. Good for nothing except watching; he’ll do nothing to help. I know because of what happened to Jimmy. Jimmy pleaded with him to help when they were after him, but that old man only laughed and pushed him back into the foggy day. Jimmy couldn’t escape, and now it’s my turn.

The chink from behind told me all I needed to know; expelling the remaining strength from my torso to the heels of my feet I hauled off toward the homes. Skidding to the side I tumbled slightly, hopping over the wooden fence to Miss Garner’s Garden. She’ll be upset over her tulips, but these are dire circumstances.  Racing onto the grass I felt the pounding vessel in my chest seize as a hand slapped the back of my spine, flooring me onto the greenery. I pounded the ground, cursing loudly as all my friends laughed. My attacker shouted, “Tag, you’re it!” Then he ran off. Damn it Jimmy, why me?