Friday Fictioneers: The Vow

The needle on the speedometer inched toward 100-mile-per-hour as I glanced at the rearview mirror. He’s relentless, isn’t he? I knew I shouldn’t had waited. I should’ve left the moment I heard snoring. But my baby, I couldn’t leave her. I could never leave my flesh and blood in the hand of that monster.

How did he know? How he caught up so fast?

Putting a little more pressure on the gas pedal, I thought of my baby in the backseat, sleeping without a care in the world. Clenching my teeth, I vowed, I will make it through this alive.

(100 words)

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