They had allowed for everything.
But, not rain.
The sky darkened as it delivered its watery bounty.
The colour ran from her hair.
So close.
She could smell the freedom now.
"Stop them" boomed a guards voice.
They ran.
She thought she tasted freedom.
It was blood.
Her own blood.
That was my attempt to weave a mini story in just fifty words based on the prompt provided by the wonderful @jayna.
The image is not mine and can be found here
Hope you like it.
Peace Out,