Run For Her Life

By Anthony O'Brian

From the sprawling farmlands of the Midwest to an epicenter of metropolitan life, Gary Cruise does his best to adjust and forget the sorrow of the past. Yet, he is haunted by a reoccurring dream that ends in failure time after time. Today of all days his life may be affected, but does he believe in dreams? Can a small change in life matter all that much? Is this just his grief pursuing him or is he in a race against death, the death of one person he loved more than anyone? Would he just slip into a nightmare become a reality or would he win the race, running for her life? Download to find out the conclusion in this short story of suspense, the sixth title released by author Anthony O'Brian.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony O'Brian
• Release date: Oct 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311629661

Anthony O'Brian

Anthony O'Brian is a lifelong resident of the Pacific Northwest. He has a beautiful wife, three wonderful children and one dog. O'Brian has worked a wide variety of jobs, traveled the continental U.S. extensively, and been involved in several professional and non-professional capacities through the years, as a teacher, principal, P.E. instructor, construction worker, bus driver, public speaker, welder, editor, truck driver, machinist, and mechanic; currently a business owner and President of a non-profit corporation. He enjoys writing and has plans for several books to be published soon. Anthony and his family are traveling the United States again working for their non-profit corporation.

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Run For Her Life

~A Short Story of Suspense~

Anthony O’Brian

Run For Her Life

Copyright © 2015 by Anthony O’Brian

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ISBN: 9781311629661

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The corner. He had to make it to the corner. Yet, even as he ran he knew he would never make it, at least not in time. Still he gave it all he had, pumping his legs until he could feel the muscles began to burn with the exertion.

The brown casual shoes he wore felt heavy as they pounded the sidewalk in a blur, but then they were heavy shoes to begin with. Why hadn’t he worn something lighter? Couldn’t he have worn his other pair of brown shoes that were much lighter? It was too late for that he knew. The red brick to his right was a blur in his vision as his speed increased by the subtle adjustments that the human body makes when it starts to hit its stride.

He was a quarter of the way down the block and still picking up speed, but he knew it wasn’t enough. It never was. He had ran this segment many times before and he knew he never made it in time, yet here he was again running for all he was worth, having begun, as usual when he had rounded the corner on Walter Street. He felt that same hope and dread within his chest that he always felt.

His shoes. Again, he thought of his shoes. It was the one thing that he wished he could change about the whole situation, yet every time he found himself running this fateful block it was always with the same shoes.

Now, the blue painted cinder blocks of a small store gone out of business flashed past him and then it was The Iron Wheel, a quaint antique store, wood paneled and red with white trim.

He ignored everything now except the neurotic impulse of urgency surged into his legs even more as he dodged the green steel garbage container bolted to the concrete, its lid kept partially open by the garbage that overflowed its inside.

What is it with colors? He wondered. For some strange reason they always stood out to him. Maybe they meant something. A progression perhaps? A signal? He thought of the red and then the green; somewhat like a stoplight, but no yellow. He shook his head to clear his mind and focus again on his stride. He had slowed down slightly. Every second mattered. No, every split second mattered.

Like a DJ was slowly rotating the volume upward on the street the sounds all around him began to stand out and he could already feel the anguish of knowing he would once again be too late.

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