flash fiction . Very short tale
Running, running faster need more speed. Escape, escape. Please.
I fell back into shade of tall spreading tree. Flat back . Was it the hottest day of the year? Too young then for paper concerns; the ground shocked me . Wet , cold but soon just a pleasant coolness that I flattened into revelling in that attachment . Real or imagined the roll through quivering time, like this, was heavenly. Mundane in the periphery.
Eyes drifted after thoughts and there binding to the tree an ivy. It too attached and of the same stuff as it's host. Woody and green but perpendicular to me.