For this week, the photo prompt from Madison was a loop of barbed wire. Coincidentally, this twisted fencing plays a part in my full-length novel (in progress...50K words and counting). So…I shall share with you another little chunk of the perils of poor Christine. (PS – I still have no title for my thriller. I suppose it will come to me in due time.) By the way, if you missed it, here's a link to the previous posting from the story.
In her frenzied flight, Christine had forgotten about the strand of barbed wire strung across the road. It caught her mid-shin and she fell forward onto the gravel, her face scrubbing the ground as she skidded to a stop. She clambered to her feet and ran on, her body now screaming with pain. She could not stop though; the man was only yards behind her.
Ahead lay the washout. Christine made a desperate leap across the gap but missed the other side. She plummeted backwards into the void and disappeared over the side of the cliff with the rushing snowmelt.