(This is a continuation of Sonya‘s Three Line Story challenge. It’s her photo also. I had a few blogging friends requesting a longer version, so here it is. The first three lines are from the original contribution.)
Eve had no clue how long she’d been running.
Lifting a branch that blocked her way, she beheld the magical lights of her dream destination.
Her heart leaped with explosive joy, overwhelmed with a feeling that safety was near, yet why did she hesitate.
Standing at the edge of the treeline, Eve allowed herself to indulge in a deep breath. As she exhaled, a sizzling flashback polarized her volatile emotions.
Nightmares from the past collided with her belief of finally being on the brink of salvation.
As Eve focused on controlling each breath, a sense of relief and calm started to saturate her whole being. All she needed to do now was to wait for the promised signal. She gripped tightly to her faith that it would happen.
Then, there it appeared. The flashing light of hope. It was time to cross the field.
Swiftly, Eve reached into her backpack, grasped the blood-encrusted knife, buried it under some nearby autumn leaves, making sure to place some rocks on top and adding a heavy branch for good measure. She smiled. He would never be able to destroy another living thing again.