It was a long time since Stella had run this far or this fast,and the kid was skinny, but surprisingly heavy. Her lungs were burning and her thighs were asking questions her brain couldn’t answer, but she kept going. The tall grass around her seemed increasingly menacing, and a couple of times she flinched at what turned out to be shadows. She cleared the crest of the hill and came to a halt.
A tall woman with long greenish hair stood in front of her, surrounded by grass that seemed taller and greener than it was anywhere else. As she turned towards Stella, the grass around the Green Woman seemed to move, as if of its own volition.
Stella was panting hard, waiting for her breathing to slow down. The kid clung tightly round her neck.
The woman spoke first.
“I didn’t ask for this” – she gestured widely with her long, pale hands. Stella noticed with shock that her eyes were a solid, opaque green.
“I didn’t ask for this” the Green Woman repeated. “But here I am, trapped in this clumsy form. And now I’m here, I find I want to live. But you, I think, want to destroy me.” She shook her head, her hair moving in waves like long grass in the wind.
“I will not be destroyed”
This is for Jane Dougherty’s micro fiction challenge. I would normally do a link through at this stage, but I’m struggling with IT today.