The girl swooped into hiding. Desperately attempting to quiet her breathing.

One. In and out.

Two. In and out.

Three. In and out.

Good. She was breathing more steadily, but fear still quickened her breathing.

She stepped forward from her hiding place. Was he gone? She frantically wondered. Her heart raced, her one good eye darted from place to place searching for her pursuer. He wasn’t far....