She was certain she’d lost him. In her panic she’d taken a shortcut through the trees and managed to drop her water. Hours on, her mouth was dry.

Birds quietened, declaring the day over – not that it was for her yet. She had listened to footsteps – sometimes behind her, sometimes in front. They stopped when she stopped, perhaps mere echoes off the trees?  Perhaps not.

Certain she was nearly safe, she rounded the corner onto a path.

But now the day was over.

The water bottle dangled from a branch. She’d been running in circles.

And so had he.

This week Norah Colvin is helping out at the Carrot Ranch with a guest post and the following flash fiction prompt.

April 20, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a circle in your life. Is it a supportive circle, or a circle that entraps you? What’s its significance? Take you where the prompt leads.