Running in Circles for Sarah Everard
Up close, out of nowhere I saw his lips twitch, his mouth open. He uttered a guttural glug with his throat. I twisted to turn to run, but I felt his hand grab the arm of my coat, it ripped. I lashed out, felt his grip heard his whisper not to shout. He was police. First doubt, then relief but fear won. I ran, sprinted past houses, hedges, every night darkness. I kicked off my heels, felt my feet touch the lines. I thought of how when I was young I never stepped on them for fear of grizzly bears lurking around corners. I slow down, look up, there he is with his car, holding up his badge of honour. Kate Ennals
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