We all ran. There was no hesitation, not even for the briefest of moments. We instinctively recognise some things, no matter what language we speak, no matter how or where we were brought up. Fear is one of those things, and when we heard it in his voice we were terrified.
He shouted, “Run,” and we all ran, ran before that terror could grasp us in its cold fingers and freeze us to the spot, ran for our lives.
We ran, and we didn’t look back.
We let go of the things we carried, things we had thought precious and irreplaceable, and we ran.
We ran over those who fell.
We ran because he told us to. We ran because we thought he would save us all.
Didn’t we run?
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: Just a very short one. Bonus points to anyone who can guess the inspiration behind this story…)