Racing Toward Home
writing_fest Day 9
The prompt is the title of this drabble.
Stupid, stupid, stupid is the defeatist mantra repeating through her head as Buffy sprints back to Giles. Xander is going to be big with bitter I told you sos. If he isn’t dead. Or worse. Oh, God, how could she have been so stupid? It feels like her destination is lifetimes away. It feels like she is moving in slow motion.
Through the double doors, past the trophy case, the library doors yield under her shaking hands.
She is breathless, heartsick when she skids to a stop, head pounding, blood rushing in her ears, Kendra’s lifeless body at her feet.
The prompt is the title of this drabble.
Stupid, stupid, stupid is the defeatist mantra repeating through her head as Buffy sprints back to Giles. Xander is going to be big with bitter I told you sos. If he isn’t dead. Or worse. Oh, God, how could she have been so stupid? It feels like her destination is lifetimes away. It feels like she is moving in slow motion.
Through the double doors, past the trophy case, the library doors yield under her shaking hands.
She is breathless, heartsick when she skids to a stop, head pounding, blood rushing in her ears, Kendra’s lifeless body at her feet.