PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Eva stopped for a moment, leaning back against the cool stone of a vast pillar. Droplets of sweat tickled at her temples as they began their descent down her cheeks.
She sucked air into her aching chest, her thoughts racing like the beating of her heart.
Mere seconds and she was running again, into the grand entrance of the museum. She slammed into a wall of visitors moving as one into the building.
‘Stop!’ she cried ‘Wait!’
But her pleas went unnoticed as the impenetrable crowd carried her backwards. Back towards the flames and the teeth, and those golden-flecked eyes.
Word count: 100 words
I wrote this as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thanks as always Rochelle). The idea is to write a short story (just 100 words) based on the photo prompt provided.
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Thanks for reading x