Story A Day Sept 11: Fight or Flight

When I first saw the horror I shivered with a deep sickness. My primary instinct was to make an electric dash for it. I blame all those TV shows that showing a brave hero standing to fight. The force that slamed me up against the wall knocked me out at first. My vision is still a blur. The monster must have believed me dead and moved on to his next victim. Perhaps there’s still time to escape before he comes back.