In the Freight Yard

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Line after line of freight cars filled the space under the bridge, a maze of towering boxes, waiting to move. She drifted through them, light on her feet, trying not to make a sound. Each time she passed between cars, she knew she might see her pursuer’s bloodshot eyes staring at her across the tracks.

There was a loud groan and the crane swept down upon her like an eagle. She barely had enough time to recognize what it was before it hit her like a brick, knocking her unconscious, and scooping her up in its metal talons.


Word Count: 98

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and C.E. Ayr for providing the prompt photo!

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