The word takes root. An impulse, electric, surging through his legs. The fence is fifty meters away across the rain slicked street. Tension slides into action as the beast starts moving, impossibly fast. Nails, scrabbling on wet tar. A single thought, blazing through the fog of fear.
Run for it
This is an entry for the fiftywords challenge here: https://steemit.com/fiftywords/@jayna/new-50-word-challenge-and-the-week-in-review