It’s Wednesday and I’m ready for Friday Fictioneers.  We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  This is my story of 100 words to the photo prompt.  This story is for Sheba (my dog) and I.  We are both trying to work through our fears, both seen and unseen.  Together we will conquer.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

She was so afraid.  Perspiration blinded her as she ran.  Her heart was thumping in her chest.  It roared in her ears.  Her breaths came in jagged rasps.  She could see them in the frosty air.  She wiped her hand across her eyes.

She was almost there.  She quickened her pace.  Dusk was coming.  The sun was receding beyond the bridge.  She must be on it before it gets dark.

Please, God!  She pleaded.  I won’t ask you for another thing.

She gathered her strength, pumped her arms and stretched her legs.  She was flying.  Her foot touched down.  Safe!