Jane awakens on the bed, only a few moments after finding the letter. A strange man is standing in the doorway, half hidden in shadow. He looks down at Jane but says nothing. His face remains impassive and calm as he looks down at her, then around the room, searching for something or someone else.
“Where?”
Subconsciously, she understands what he is asking. Fear grips her tightly, tensing her muscles and stealing her breath. Danger and foreboding blankets her mind, blocking all rational thought. Jane, without hesitation, dashes toward the man. Only the urge to run and hide propels her forward and through the man in front of her. She needs to push past, to get away. The man is thrown to the side and reaches out, finding only air. Jane tears through the building, find each stair and door with ease, losing the man in a maze of contemporary brick and mortar. She explodes out into the street, her chest heaving with every exaggerated breath. The overwhelming sense of danger and panic floods her senses, struggling to understand, she glances behind her to see if she can get another look at the man’s face. It wasn’t her love, the man she left behind, but he was familiar in some dark way. Each time she tried to come up with the recollection, a door slammed in her mind, forcing her to look no further. Searching the street for some recourse, an escape from the mysteries and dangers of a past that not only haunted her memories but now bore down on her. She moves to lose herself in the crowd of people all around her.
“We will find you, Jane.”
She doesn’t turn or act is if she hears the words screamed into the world. People turn around to see what the commotion is, but Jane only keeps moving. She heard the words, heard her name. How does he know her? Jane wonders what or who she actually was running away from these last few days, months, or years.
As inspired by this photo by Scott James Prebble.
I hope it will suffice.
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