http://slow.writerscafe.org/Emzaproductions The original writings of author Emma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776343417 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The wind harshly wipped my face as i ran. My long silk gown fragily skimmed the floor. I took my mask off and could see dark grey clouds building in the horizon. I had no where to go. I knew he was coming. Any second now. But instead i ran, i ran far far away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emzaproductions/519432/