Assailant
Deep in the dark, dense forest she roamed unaware of her assailant. As she stooped to observe the miniscule life on the forest floor her short, black hair fell about her oval shaped, tanned face. Her large amber eyes squinted to see in the dark. It was during the day, but the dense canopy of the forest hid much of the sunlight that shown down on the thankful earth, which was about to bloom head on into the wonders and new life of spring. A small patch of dirt was gently shifted aside by long, nimble fingers, accompanied by short stubby nails. It fell to the ground as the woman stood up to her full height of roughly five and a half feet. She absentmindedly wiped her dirt covered hands on her light blue jeans, and pulled her pink tiger shirt down to her waist. Her blue and white tennis shoes soon hit the soft ground hard as she ran down the path at a full sprint. She was now fully aware of what danger lurked hiding behind the trees. A crack of a twig her assailant deliberately made told her he was there, and on instinct she ran. An instinct she now knew proved to be right. At least she thought so. There was the slightest inclination that it wasn’t right poking at her thoughts, and instincts to run away as fast as she could. There was the chance that whoever cracked the twig beneath their feet was just wandering as she was; she knew that, but something pushed that thought aside, and made her run.
Deep in the dark, dense forest she roamed unaware of her assailant. As she stooped to observe the miniscule life on the forest floor her short, black hair fell about her oval shaped, tanned face. Her large amber eyes squinted to see in the dark. It was during the day, but the dense canopy of the forest hid much of the sunlight that shown down on the thankful earth, which was about to bloom head on into the wonders and new life of spring. A small patch of dirt was gently shifted aside by long, nimble fingers, accompanied by short stubby nails. It fell to the ground as the woman stood up to her full height of roughly five and a half feet. She absentmindedly wiped her dirt covered hands on her light blue jeans, and pulled her pink tiger shirt down to her waist. Her blue and white tennis shoes soon hit the soft ground hard as she ran down the path at a full sprint. She was now fully aware of what danger lurked hiding behind the trees. A crack of a twig her assailant deliberately made told her he was there, and on instinct she ran. An instinct she now knew proved to be right. At least she thought so. There was the slightest inclination that it wasn’t right poking at her thoughts, and instincts to run away as fast as she could. There was the chance that whoever cracked the twig beneath their feet was just wandering as she was; she knew that, but something pushed that thought aside, and made her run.
