TBT: One Word: Lock (2011)

She ran past countless pine trees that snapped back in her face and poke holes all over her body. There was sweat dripping down from her forehead, leaking into her eyes and blurring her vision. All she had to do was keep running. She should hear heavy footsteps behind her, weaving in and out of the uneven rows of trees, jumping occasionally over lightening struck branches.

He was gaining on her.

The soft wood from her basket was shredding into her arm, wedging shards beneath her skin. Deciding to ditch it, hoping that she could catch him by surprise, she threw it behind her only to hear it shatter into pieces as it collided with a tree.

So much for lunch.

Faint growls emerged from the right of her and she could almost feel his breath on her cheek. She pushed further. Her lungs began to burn just as she saw her safe point, Grandma's house.

Come on, almost there.

Eyes burning, she ran faster than ever, past the white wooden fence her grandfather made before he died, up the steps that were engulfed in flowers, and right through the front door. She turned quickly and bolted each lock shut before kneeling over in exhaustion.

She was safe.

"Why hello Little Riding Hood, you're late..."

She looked up at her grandmother's bed to a set of sharp teeth.

She was too late.