Deadly Fall


I cannot let him reach me. I cannot.

So I ran, ran as if my life depends on it. Oh yes, my life depends on how fast my legs are. Climbing every step away from him. My legs ached. My feet hurt. But I didn’t stop.

Run. Run. Run. Faster.

Suddenly I bumped into a solid dark mass. I fell hard against the wooden floor then the low light revealed him, the man with a lustful grin.  I slowly, slowly crawled away while he carefully walk towards me.

No. I have no choice left.

One swift pained move, I stood, run fast, then  jumped into a deadly fall.  Face first, I fell not on hell but on my bed’s edge. He’s long gone but he still haunts me every dawn.

Word count: 130
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Joy Pixley

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) September 20, 2016.


  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

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55 thoughts on “Deadly Fall”

  1. What an awful dream – to be pursued like that and end up in that ‘deadly fall’. I was so relieved to know it was just a dream. How sad that the dream was triggered by a real-life past experience. I hope her memories of this obviously abusive/predatory person eventually fade.

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