Lucy squinted at the bright light. Her feet were numb, and she didn’t want to know what state they were in, having ran across such harsh terrain barefoot. She heard the search party shouting behind her. They were getting closer. Running to the shining tower, across such an open space, would surely be the end. They would see her and it would be over. But what if she made it? What if she reached the tower before they reached her? Fields expanded around her; there was nothing else around for miles. It was now or never. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and ran.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.