Microfiction #Three line tales: Run

This is for Sonya’s photo prompt

Photo ©Dominick Martin


The siren woke him, its familiar wail breaking into his dreams, but the stench of burning was what made him leap out of bed.

Smoke obscured the window, and the leaping brilliance of flames, and when the siren stopped abruptly, its clamour was replaced by the unearthly din of thousands of throats screaming.

He ran from the building, not even waiting to dress properly, fought his way through the crowds that filled the streets, the cars swamped in their futile attempt to get away quicker, further, but when he looked over his shoulder and saw what was looming through the smoke and flickering, failing city lights, he knew there was nowhere to run.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

30 thoughts on “Microfiction #Three line tales: Run”

    1. I’m glad you liked it i:) Funnily enough, the dream isn’t really frightening any more. It used to be the kind of dream where you wake yourself up in terror, but recently I’ve always found a way out, or the ‘thing’ wasn’t really scary after all. Getting old and smug, probably.

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