100 wc week #11
Under Dark Hooded Costume
Dashing though a large crowd holding a dark costume, I heard the security guard say, "Stop him!" Leaves crushed as I sprinted though the streets of Italy, hoping wouldn't he catch me.
Finally, I found myself in the middle of a thick forest. Suddenly I heard the leaves on the ground crunching as if you were chewing on a stale cracker. Petrified , I threw on the pitch-black hooded costume and stood still as a statue praying that he wouldn't notice me. Air rushed though me making my back prickle as the security guard came closer, to the never ending forest.
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