Day 85, Prompt: Corn - 5 Minute Freewrite Challange

I can hear my heart wanting to run away and escape my chest. It's never sounded so loud or so frightened before. I sit, hoping to not be heard, or to be seen.
All I can see is corn, I'm surrounded by it, consumed by it. I don't know these fields and I certainly don't know where I am, but he does.

These are his fields, I know they are. I haven't used my legs in so long, I'm surprised I was able to run as far and as fast as I did. Once I reached the corn fields the only was through. I kept running until my legs gave away and now I play a waiting game. I know he's close behind me and will be here soon. I can't go back to that place.

I use every inch of energy I have left to get myself up off the floor. I slowly start walking, hoping he's not close enough to hear me. A sense of hope starts filling my body, maybe I can make it home.

Then I hear the sound of a shotgun...

This post is in response to the #dailyfreewritechallenge posted by @mariannewest & @improv. Today's prompt was 'Corn.' If you're wanting to participate in the #dailyfreewritechallenge, just follow the link:https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-85-5-minute-freewrite-friday-prompt-corn

Thanks for reading.

Until next time,

Meliss

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