The girl ran.
Leaves crunched under her bare feet as she veered into the woods, twigs splintering and scratching her skin, but she barely noticed. Though she didn’t dare look back and see if he was still following, she didn’t need to.
Behind her, she could hear a hulking figure crashing through the undergrowth.
Breathless, she pushed her way through thorny branches, unable to help leaving a trail. Tripping on a tree root, she stumbled and fell- but her pursuer was still fighting with the thorn bushes.
Scrambling to her feet, she lurched forwards again, forced herself through the gap between two close-growing firs. The bark tore her clothing, but she clawed her way in, landed on her knees on the ground.
A clearing. Trees on all sides. Nowhere to run.
Slowly, she turned around to face the man who had followed. He reached out for her, but stopped at the sound of rustling. Bare feet and the hems of dresses whispered over the leaf strewn ground as figures began to emerge from the trees, surrounding them.
‘Welcome’, said the girl, and the circle enclosed them.
by Molly Duffield
(prompts: ungodly hour)