September Skies, Lies, and Butterflies (Thirty Day Writing Challenge)

Day 17

Day Seventeen: Write a story with the opening being this: I ran, my feet slipping on the paving stones as I turned the corner.

I ran, my feet slipping on the paving stones as I turned the corner. I couldn't feel the steady glow of the package tucked deep into my coat, pulsing along with my racing heartbeat. I couldn't stop, shouldn't stop, but my knees ached and the burning of my lungs was almost too much to handle.

I stopped into a dark ally, trying helplessly to catch my breath. Rain drops littered my hair and coated the tattoos running up and down my arms, but the glowing package illuminated my whole body, making every vein within me warm.

I was too wrapped up in looking at the glow. I know that now. I was too focused and should have been paying attention to my surroundings, but I didn't. I was stupid and foolish, and I never should have stopped running.

A hand shot out from the dark, covering my mouth. Screaming was pointless, but I did anyway. Another hand grabbed my hair, and yet another pulled the package from my hands. I screamed, and cried, just as I watched the blue glow slowly fade and go out.