My Journal of Weekend Write-Ins

The Chase

The footsteps stopped. Andrew filtered through the sound of his breath, the pounding of the rain and the chatter. He couldn't hear anything else. Maybe she had given up?

There was a shift in the air which not only drove the pellets of rain towards him but brought the scent of roses. She was close.

The distant chatter turned to laughter.

He wouldn't be caught again, not by her, not by anyone. When he looked down at the street below he wondered if dead was better than caught.

"No," her candy voice echoed nearby.

He agreed since he still had to finish it, with a little more time he would find the answer. With his heart pounding he leaped. Miraculously landing on the other side.

"Celebrate later," he told himself as he ran down the metal ladder using all the adrenaline that was left.

Up ahead it rose like a guard, the border between her territory and the monk's turf.

"Stop," the clanking of her stiletto heels grew nearer. How she could run in them was a mystery he would never solve.

The red bricks and neon lights lighted his path but he was almost out of fuel. His limbs felt heavy. He forced his mind to focus on their anthem.

As he passed through the gates he shouted to Kassandra, "I refuse to be another brick in your wall."

She stopped running, put her hands on her hips and laughed, "don't you know, we're all just bricks in the wall."

"When I find the answer I'll prove you wrong," Andrew promised Kassandra.

"We shall see about that," she turned around swinging her hips as she walked away.